She crumpled the papers in her hand and tossed them in the air. “Self-care,” she declared
But it very much was Vivian. My first customer for the day, in all her white-teethed glory, tiptoeing past the clutter of flowers and props toward my place at the counter. She walked straight over to me, smiling like mad, and I sized her up. White ribbed top tucked into white midi skirt. Sheitel that looked like it grew from her scalp. Moschino sling-backs. Wide-strap crossbody bag.
The woman looked like she was just back from the beach, the mall, and the spa.
While I, of course, was not even wearing makeup.
“Hey, Raizy,” Vivian chirped. She paused and arched an elegant eyebrow. “You feeling okay?”
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