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Authors: Debbie Macomber
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simple haircut could make.
“What did I tell you?” Marilyn gloated. “You’re an entirely new woman.”
“That’s exactly how I feel.” When Ellie had stepped into the salon, she hadn’t believed this kind of transformation was even possible. It embarrassed her that she couldn’t stop staring at her reflection in the mirror.
“It’s going to be easy to manage, too,” Marilyn promised.
Ellie paid the bill and left a generous tip for Marilyn before she left.
“Mom said you’re a special young woman, and she was right,” Marilyn said, as she walked Ellie to the door. “Good luck meeting your young man.”
“Thank you. I have a good feeling about this.”
“Life has a way of working out for the best,” the stylist said, and gave Ellie’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. She removed her apron and said, “Now I’m off to enjoy a long-overdue visit with my mother.”
Ellie wished her own relationship with her mother was as emotionally healthy as the one Martha and Marilyn shared.
Walking back to the inn, Ellie found herself humming a song she’d heard on the radio. She couldn’t remember the words, but the music had stayed with her. It felt as if her life had become a song. Tom had done that for her. It didn’t seem possible that she could or even should feel this strongly about a man she hadn’t met in the traditional way.
The thing was, she
knew
Tom. They might never have met in person, but it felt as if she’d known him her entire life. They shared a closeness, an easy intimacy. He might never have held or kissed her, but she swore she knew what it would be like to feel his arms around her and the taste of his lips on hers.
Whoa, she was getting ahead of herself. Way ahead.
Jo Marie was still working in her kitchen when Ellie returned. She glanced at her and said, “Can I help …” For one short second she stared. “Ellie, is that really you?”
She lifted her hand toward her head. “Do you like it?”
“I didn’t recognize you at first. This is an amazing transformation. Unbelievable.”
Ellie was thrilled by the innkeeper’s reaction. “I’m so glad you like it.”
“I do, but, more important, do you?”
“I love it. Marilyn was great. She took one look at me and knew right away what style would best suit me. I wasn’t sure if I’d like my hair stacked in the back like this, you know … cut in layers.”
Jo Marie ran her hand along the smooth edge of the back. “It looks amazing.”
“Thanks so much …” Ellie said. “I guess I should go get changed. I bought a new outfit for my first date with Tom.”
Ellie headed up the stairs to get ready, butterflies exploding in her stomach. This time would be different. In fact, she had the feeling it might end up being the most romantic night of her life.
Tom was different. She’d felt it almost from the first moment when they’d started communicating online. One thing was sure: Ellie wasn’t about to let her mother’s fears ruin this relationship.
The short conversation with Tom lingered in her mind. He’d wanted to say something, wanted her to make him a promise, but had stopped before he could ask. Ellie could only wonder what had held him back. Well, no worries there. She’d find out soon enough.
Chapter 7
After lunch, Maggie and Roy decided to take a walk along Harbor Street. When they’d left Rose Harbor Inn for lunch she’d noticed a number of antiques shops along the main street of the town and wanted to investigate.
“Would you mind checking out a couple of the stores?” Maggie asked her husband.
“Sure,” he said, readily agreeing. “Who knows, we might find priceless canning jars or a discarded yarn project that’s half knit.”
Maggie glanced at him to be sure he was joking, and when she saw his smile, she returned it with one of her own. Shopping was one of his least favorite ways to spend time, but his willingness showed her that he was doing his best to recapture what they’d lost over
“What did I tell you?” Marilyn gloated. “You’re an entirely new woman.”
“That’s exactly how I feel.” When Ellie had stepped into the salon, she hadn’t believed this kind of transformation was even possible. It embarrassed her that she couldn’t stop staring at her reflection in the mirror.
“It’s going to be easy to manage, too,” Marilyn promised.
Ellie paid the bill and left a generous tip for Marilyn before she left.
“Mom said you’re a special young woman, and she was right,” Marilyn said, as she walked Ellie to the door. “Good luck meeting your young man.”
“Thank you. I have a good feeling about this.”
“Life has a way of working out for the best,” the stylist said, and gave Ellie’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. She removed her apron and said, “Now I’m off to enjoy a long-overdue visit with my mother.”
Ellie wished her own relationship with her mother was as emotionally healthy as the one Martha and Marilyn shared.
Walking back to the inn, Ellie found herself humming a song she’d heard on the radio. She couldn’t remember the words, but the music had stayed with her. It felt as if her life had become a song. Tom had done that for her. It didn’t seem possible that she could or even should feel this strongly about a man she hadn’t met in the traditional way.
The thing was, she
knew
Tom. They might never have met in person, but it felt as if she’d known him her entire life. They shared a closeness, an easy intimacy. He might never have held or kissed her, but she swore she knew what it would be like to feel his arms around her and the taste of his lips on hers.
Whoa, she was getting ahead of herself. Way ahead.
Jo Marie was still working in her kitchen when Ellie returned. She glanced at her and said, “Can I help …” For one short second she stared. “Ellie, is that really you?”
She lifted her hand toward her head. “Do you like it?”
“I didn’t recognize you at first. This is an amazing transformation. Unbelievable.”
Ellie was thrilled by the innkeeper’s reaction. “I’m so glad you like it.”
“I do, but, more important, do you?”
“I love it. Marilyn was great. She took one look at me and knew right away what style would best suit me. I wasn’t sure if I’d like my hair stacked in the back like this, you know … cut in layers.”
Jo Marie ran her hand along the smooth edge of the back. “It looks amazing.”
“Thanks so much …” Ellie said. “I guess I should go get changed. I bought a new outfit for my first date with Tom.”
Ellie headed up the stairs to get ready, butterflies exploding in her stomach. This time would be different. In fact, she had the feeling it might end up being the most romantic night of her life.
Tom was different. She’d felt it almost from the first moment when they’d started communicating online. One thing was sure: Ellie wasn’t about to let her mother’s fears ruin this relationship.
The short conversation with Tom lingered in her mind. He’d wanted to say something, wanted her to make him a promise, but had stopped before he could ask. Ellie could only wonder what had held him back. Well, no worries there. She’d find out soon enough.
Chapter 7
After lunch, Maggie and Roy decided to take a walk along Harbor Street. When they’d left Rose Harbor Inn for lunch she’d noticed a number of antiques shops along the main street of the town and wanted to investigate.
“Would you mind checking out a couple of the stores?” Maggie asked her husband.
“Sure,” he said, readily agreeing. “Who knows, we might find priceless canning jars or a discarded yarn project that’s half knit.”
Maggie glanced at him to be sure he was joking, and when she saw his smile, she returned it with one of her own. Shopping was one of his least favorite ways to spend time, but his willingness showed her that he was doing his best to recapture what they’d lost over
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