“That too.”
He misted another section lightly with water before gently detangling it the way I had shown him earlier.
“You know,” he said after a moment, “I didn’t expect hair to be this complicated.”
I laughed. “You should see the full routine.”
His eyes widened slightly. “This isn’t the full routine?”
“No.”
He shook his head slowly. “I suddenly understand why you warned me.”
The music on my playlist shifted to another song, and I immediately started singing along under my breath. A second later, Callahan joined in. I glanced back at him.
“You don’t know the words.”
“I know enough.”
“You’re making up half of them.”
“I prefer to think of it as creative interpretation.”
I laughed again as he continued singing confidently, even though he was absolutely wrong. For the next hour, we worked through the rest of my hair, talking, laughing, and occasionally breaking into off-key singing whenever a song we both liked came on.
By the time we finished, my hair was completely sectioned and rolled into my perm rods. I turned slightly, checking the final result in the mirror and making sure all my hair was prepped. Callahan leaned against the counter behind me, clearly satisfied with our work.
“I can't wait to see the results,” he grinned.
I smiled softly.
Before I could respond, his phone started ringing. He glanced at the screen and sighed quietly. “It's Daniel."
“Go ahead,” I told him.
He nodded and stepped out of the bathroom to take the call. Once he disappeared into the bedroom, I grabbed my phone from the counter. If he was going to be busy for a few minutes, I might as well call my parents.
I tapped my mom’s contact and started a FaceTime call. It rang twice before connecting. My dad appeared first on the screen.
“Hi, sweetheart—”
He stopped abruptly. His eyes focused on my hair. “Are you going out?”
I laughed lightly. “Callahan is taking me to a charity ball tonight.”
My mom leaned into the frame beside him.
“That's nice,” she said with a shrug.
I frowned slightly. “That’s all you’re going to say?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you’d be more interested.”
“I am,” she said casually. “But first—where is my son-in-law?”
“Excuse me?”
