Chapter 6 - The Circle of Real Friends
Sarah Jenkins had been my closest friend since college and owned the most prestigious salon in the city. When Daniel called her and explained what had happened, Sarah arrived at the estate within forty-five minutes, carrying her styling kit and a bouquet of white lilies.
We sat in the sunlit conservatory, sipping hot chamomile tea while Sarah gently washed and styled my hair.
"She thought she was diminishing you, Evelyn," Sarah said, expertly trimming the silver locks into an exquisite, shoulder-length layered bob that highlighted my cheekbones and the sapphire necklace Thomas had given me. "She didn't realize that your grace comes from your soul, not the length of your hair."
When Sarah held up the silver hand mirror, I looked at my reflection.
The uneven damage was gone. In its place was a sophisticated, modern, and striking silhouette—a woman who had weathered decades of storms without bending.
"You look stunning, Mom," Daniel said from the doorway, holding two fresh cups of coffee.
"Your father would have loved it," I murmured, a soft smile touching my lips.
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Meanwhile, across the city, the fallout from the cancelled wedding was escalating rapidly.
Vanessa’s father, Victor Miller, had spent months boasting at the country club about his daughter marrying the founder of the fastest-growing enterprise tech company in California. When the formal cancellation notice and wire refund landed on his desk, accompanied by a secure digital link to the garden video, Victor immediately called an emergency family meeting.
