turquoise blue dress was pretty, Paige thought, but seethed at
the fact that she Rosa wouldn't listen to her. In reality, she could
afford the clothing. She was just not the type to squander hard earned
money on silly things like this. Not to mention the strappy little shoes
that matched the dress would have cost her the yearly shoe allowance
she usually set aside.
Rosa grinned and was proud of her purchase. Paige released a
breath in frustration. "The store is delivering the package to my room
so we don't have to worry about carrying it with us."
"Rosa, thank you, but I really wish you hadn't." Paige was really
upset over the purchase and didn't know why it affected her so much.
At the curb Rosa didn't respond, she lifted her hand and waved
down a passing taxi that immediately swerved to the side. The man
reached over the seat and pushed the door open for them to climb in.
Paige was too preoccupied with thinking about the dress that she
didn't realize they were stopping a short drive later in front of another
store. Sighing, she scooted across the seat and followed Rosa, again.
This time they were at a salon. Paige found herself sitting in a
chair, the women fussing over her silken blonde hair. She wondered
if they could tell that she kept it died that color. The mousy brown
hair that was her natural color was riddled with grey.
Several women broke away and gathered around Rosa while the
others remained with Paige, running their fingers through her hair,
talking and motioning towards her face. Then the cape went flying
around her neck, they tied her up and began spritzing her hair with
water.
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Rosa saw the panicked look on her face and shook her head.
"Paige!" She snorted a laughed through her nose. "How many times
do I have to tell you to relax? Just go with it?"
"Well, I'm kinda fond of my hair and don't want it messed up. How
do you know they can do it right?" Paige frowned, the chair was
turned and she was forced to turn away from glaring at Rosa.
"I have been here before."
Now that made sense. Why Rosa seemed to be so familiar and
comfortable with the area. Maybe she did know Casey after all and
had set the meeting up between them. Releasing another sigh, she let
her back fall against the clear plastic draping the leather chair and
stared at the mirror.
The women never broke stride.
Paige was forced to close her eyes when she saw the scissors start
whacking away at the long hair that hung around her face.
The chair was turned this way and that, Paige couldn't see how they
were cutting her hair and she was afraid to look. They wrapped
something in her hair and tapped her on the shoulder, bowing lightly
their hands palm up, motioning for her to precede them to another
chair where she would sit under the dryer.
Rosa was already sitting in the dryer next to hers flipping through a
magazine, not glancing up or saying a word when she sat down next
to her.
Paige didn't say anything either and allowed the contraption to be
lowered onto her head. Once it was turned on, she couldn't hear over
the noise. Rosa probably hadn't heard her coming. Sitting there,
Paige felt her eyelids begin drooping. The activities of the early
morning hours and the lack of sleep started to get to her and she dozed
in the chair while the heat blew across her head and face.
The feeling of floating along was exhilarating. Paige looked down,
she was flying through the air and knew without a doubt she was
dreaming. She always had vivid dreams and could control her actions
in them. As she flew, the scenery below was a beautiful myriad of
greens and the skies were a bright blue. Rolling hills turned into
mountains, and then the skies began to darken. Off in the distance she
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could hear her name being called. When she turned, she saw that
Rosa and Casey were standing near a path leading up to a castle built
into the side of a mountain.
Her feet lowered to the ground and she thought to
the fact that she Rosa wouldn't listen to her. In reality, she could
afford the clothing. She was just not the type to squander hard earned
money on silly things like this. Not to mention the strappy little shoes
that matched the dress would have cost her the yearly shoe allowance
she usually set aside.
Rosa grinned and was proud of her purchase. Paige released a
breath in frustration. "The store is delivering the package to my room
so we don't have to worry about carrying it with us."
"Rosa, thank you, but I really wish you hadn't." Paige was really
upset over the purchase and didn't know why it affected her so much.
At the curb Rosa didn't respond, she lifted her hand and waved
down a passing taxi that immediately swerved to the side. The man
reached over the seat and pushed the door open for them to climb in.
Paige was too preoccupied with thinking about the dress that she
didn't realize they were stopping a short drive later in front of another
store. Sighing, she scooted across the seat and followed Rosa, again.
This time they were at a salon. Paige found herself sitting in a
chair, the women fussing over her silken blonde hair. She wondered
if they could tell that she kept it died that color. The mousy brown
hair that was her natural color was riddled with grey.
Several women broke away and gathered around Rosa while the
others remained with Paige, running their fingers through her hair,
talking and motioning towards her face. Then the cape went flying
around her neck, they tied her up and began spritzing her hair with
water.
47
Rosa saw the panicked look on her face and shook her head.
"Paige!" She snorted a laughed through her nose. "How many times
do I have to tell you to relax? Just go with it?"
"Well, I'm kinda fond of my hair and don't want it messed up. How
do you know they can do it right?" Paige frowned, the chair was
turned and she was forced to turn away from glaring at Rosa.
"I have been here before."
Now that made sense. Why Rosa seemed to be so familiar and
comfortable with the area. Maybe she did know Casey after all and
had set the meeting up between them. Releasing another sigh, she let
her back fall against the clear plastic draping the leather chair and
stared at the mirror.
The women never broke stride.
Paige was forced to close her eyes when she saw the scissors start
whacking away at the long hair that hung around her face.
The chair was turned this way and that, Paige couldn't see how they
were cutting her hair and she was afraid to look. They wrapped
something in her hair and tapped her on the shoulder, bowing lightly
their hands palm up, motioning for her to precede them to another
chair where she would sit under the dryer.
Rosa was already sitting in the dryer next to hers flipping through a
magazine, not glancing up or saying a word when she sat down next
to her.
Paige didn't say anything either and allowed the contraption to be
lowered onto her head. Once it was turned on, she couldn't hear over
the noise. Rosa probably hadn't heard her coming. Sitting there,
Paige felt her eyelids begin drooping. The activities of the early
morning hours and the lack of sleep started to get to her and she dozed
in the chair while the heat blew across her head and face.
The feeling of floating along was exhilarating. Paige looked down,
she was flying through the air and knew without a doubt she was
dreaming. She always had vivid dreams and could control her actions
in them. As she flew, the scenery below was a beautiful myriad of
greens and the skies were a bright blue. Rolling hills turned into
mountains, and then the skies began to darken. Off in the distance she
48
could hear her name being called. When she turned, she saw that
Rosa and Casey were standing near a path leading up to a castle built
into the side of a mountain.
Her feet lowered to the ground and she thought to
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