Abject horror? Or rapture?
She snipped away at a few errant strands and removed her tool belt. The face reflected in the mirror beamed its appreciation. Done for the day!
A half hour later, she showered and slipped into a beautiful white sheath. A spritz of her favourite perfume and she was ready.
Shoes! Where were they? She found the perfect pair waiting for her.
Red. Her favourite. He never forgot. He had crafted them especially for her, in the little workshop below her salon. She carried the box out to the hallway.
He was waiting for her, dressed in a tailored suit.
The room lit up with a sudden radiance.
His assistant looked at the lovely vision in white and hurried to help her try them on.
They were perfect.
They walked away, she leaning on his arm, leaving their ordinary lives behind for a blissful evening.
Thank you, PJ! Thank you for the beautiful photograph, Yinglan!