“Perfect.”
I lifted my hair from my shoulders and turned from side to side.
“Hmph.”
The decision was hard. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to wear it down, showing off the perfectly trimmed layers, or pull it up into a beaded claw clip.
Or a quarter up and the rest framing my face.
Or maybe a high ponytail. Loose. Messy.
I shifted my weight, staring at my reflection in the mirror as the options were being weighed.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
Whap!
My hands slapped against my thighs. I wasted little time getting to my vanity and retrieving my cell. I dialed in the board of advisors, knowing that the answer to my question was not far away.
As the FaceTime call began to ring, I peered at my reflection in the vanity mirror. Tonight’s itinerary rolled through my thoughts. Though my timeline was risky, I was certain everything on my calendar would be checked off before I returned to bed and rested my head.
“Who called? Is everything okay?” Rather answered, concern dripping in her tone.
“Hi,” Rome joined.
“Hi, everyone,” Roaman added.
“It was me. I called. Hi, Rugs.”
Rugger remained silent, waiting for the reason for the call to be mentioned.
“Everything is fine,” I explained. “I just don’t know if I want to wear my hair up or down or half up and the rest down or what– I just– I don’t want to disrupt the beauty of this dress.”
“It’s bomb, baby,” Roulette finally joined the call after Range.
“Isn’t it?” I scoffed.
“I love it,” Range admitted.
“Let’s see our options,” Rome suggested.
So many parts of her had changed over the last year. As we got more acquainted with the new layers of Rome, I was falling head over heels for her. Rome would always be Baby to us, but she was no longer a baby.
“Yeah,” Rugger sighed.
“Everything okay?” I asked her, wondering if all was well in her world.
“Yes. Just tired,” Rugger yawned. “Options.”
Her demand urged my movement.
“Oh. Yes. Right.”
I set my cell on the vanity and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail.
“This.”
I let a large portion fall down my back.
