Magical Blessings by Candace Colt

Author:Candace Colt [Colt, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, romance, funny romance, humor, small town series, Cat's Paw Cove, Magic
Publisher: CPC Publishing
Published: 2020-02-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Abby should have worn blinders. Walking through town to the Claws-N-Coifs salon in Calico Court had been a terrible idea. Not because it was a gorgeous day, and the exercise would do her good. Not because everyone she’d met along the way had been super friendly.

It had slipped her mind that it was almost Valentine’s Day. Cat’s Paw Cove’s store windows were blanketed with colorful decorations. Posters everywhere advertised the Ball on the fourteenth at the Sherwood House. She pulled her cap tighter and kept her eyes averted to the sidewalk.

Yes, this had been a terrible idea.

At Claws-N-Coifs, Ramona, a bleached blond in her mid-forties, wearing what else but dangling pink and red heart earrings, swirled a plastic cape over Abby’s shoulders. “So, hon, what are we going to do today?”

After she pumped up the chair, the stylist patted Abby’s head. “Girl, you sure can grow gorgeous hair. It makes me think of that movie. You know, the one with that Betty Middle lady in it.”

If Abby had a dollar for every person who’d compared her hair to Bette Midler’s character’s, she’d be rich. Abby managed a polite smile and pointed to places where her hair was more out of control than other spots.

“Can you shape this up?” she asked.

“You betcha, hon. I like to cut hair when it’s wet, especially curly locks.”

Ramona released the chair a too fast, and when it hit bottom, Abby bounced.

“Whoops. You all right?” Ramona asked.

Abby ran her tongue over her teeth to be sure they were still intact. Having someone else wash her hair was one of Abby’s favorite indulgences. After shampooing, Ramona applied conditioner.

“I usually give my clients a scalp massage while this product does its thing. You okay with that?” Ramona asked.

More than okay. The stylist’s fingers worked wonders on Abby’s scalp, and accompanied by the clicking of the woman’s earrings, she nearly fell asleep. Since Ramona was the talkative type, all Abby had to do was interject an ‘uh-huh’ or ‘really’ or ‘wow’ at appropriate times.

“So, who’s your date for the Ball?” Ramona’s southern accent drew the word ‘ball’ into ‘bawwel.’ Nonetheless, it brought Abby right out of her relaxed state, since the woman had said it loudly enough to turn every head in the salon in her direction.

Abby’s face burned. “Not going,” she said in a low tone.

“Whaaat? A pretty thing like you? You can’t mean it.”

She did mean it. Once back in the stylist’s chair, Abby steered the discussion away from the ‘bawwel.’ But no matter what, the conversation kept coming back to the power failure yesterday, or how nice Theo’s wedding had been, or how to decorate Valentine’s Day cupcakes. Would this ever end?

Apparently not. Abby glanced at the mirror to the front door as someone delivered a single red rose to one of the other clients. The blushing customer explained that since the first day of February, her boyfriend had sent her one red rose about the same time each day. She had a hunch he was going to propose to her at the Valentine’s Day Ball.

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