It wasn’t important. My ex had been looking for an excuse to justify his wanting to leave. He moved to Florida with his new girlfriend not long after.
Braden gave him what he was looking for.
And showed the jerk’s true colors, for certain.
Good riddance.
I have two great kids who love designers almost as much as I do. Unfortunately, the semester break was about over, and it was time for them to go back to school. I was going to miss looking at shoes on my iPad over coffee with them.
In fact, they were leaving Sunday.
Since tomorrow was Saturday, I wasn’t going to see them much, because Saturday was the busiest at Celestial Springs Salon.
As always, for a hair salon. Especially when a blizzard was coming in. Why in the world everyone had to get their hair done before a blizzard, I had no idea, but that was the way it was.
Go stock up at the grocery store? Check.
Get hair and nails done before the weather hits? Check and check.
Which is what salon life was all about—feeding the ebb and flow of a liquid business.
Maybe I could see if either of my kids wanted to earn a little money before they go back to school and do some assisting at the shop…
That would be fun.
“Winter? What are you thinking about?” Autumn asked.
I blinked. “Oh, just wondering if Braden or Brittany would want to assist tomorrow at the shop. We are very busy.”
“Yep, I think everyone wanted to get in before the storm hit,” Autumn said.
“Oh that would be nice having the twins there,” Summer said. “We always have fun when they’re at the shop. Braden is good with the clients.”
“He turns up his flames with those little old ladies,” Autumn said, grinning.
“Yes, he does,” I said, genuinely smiling. It always cracked me up how the clients just adored him the more flamboyant he was being.
He always worked it when advantageous.
I turned back to the family. “Louie, you might want to check on Axel.” I crossed to where I’d dropped my Coach purse. Not as high-end as my Prada shoes, but I can’t buy everything with the best names.
Besides, I liked Coach. A working woman’s designer. I liked the c’s on the bags. And I don’t do Chanel.
So Coach it is.
Louie headed into the family room. Axel barked, probably relieved to see his master come in.
“Emma! What did you do?”
More giggles.
And Axel went running through the house, the normally dark colored German Shepard a streak of silver and blue.
Mom stared, grinning. “Oh, that girl!”
I nodded. “Summer certainly has her hands full.”
“Not as much as she used to,” Mom said.
