One of Us Is Dead by Jeneva Rose

Author:Jeneva Rose
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blackstone Publishing
Published: 2022-02-09T19:01:19+00:00

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Shannon

Jenny took a pair of scissors to my hair and neatly began dry cutting the ends. She combed out small sections, sliding them through her fingers, and slowly cut, careful to only trim off a half an inch. She was so meticulous about everything she did. I noticed she was concentrating extra hard, like her mind wasn’t really here.

“This event is a disaster,” Jenny quietly confided in me. I looked in the mirror at Olivia, Dean, Crystal, and Mark. They couldn’t seem to hear us over the chatter from the manicurists, most of whom were packing up. Two of them were finishing up with Dean and Mark’s manicures. Crystal’s head was buried in her phone. Dean, Mark, and Olivia were embroiled in a heated exchange of indignant looks.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat it. It is, but it’s not your fault.” I gave Jenny a look of understanding in the mirror.

“I don’t seem to have control of this place anymore,” she said, glancing over to make sure no one could hear her. Her forehead was wrinkled, eyebrows pinched together, shoulders tight, and lips pursed. “I feel like I lost it during the break-in.”

“You do have control, Jenny, and you didn’t lose anything. Your salon is still here, and so are we.” I smiled. “If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know.” She looked at me in the mirror and gave the smallest smile back. She was still tense and overly focused, so I know my words didn’t get through to her. It was obvious Jenny was still hurting, but I didn’t press it.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Anytime.”

The front door chimed again.

“Shit.” Crystal got up from her chair. “Thanks, Jenny. I’ll call to make an appointment tomorrow.” She walked quickly toward the curtains, but it was too late. Bryce walked in wearing a navy-blue suit and a jack-off smile.

“Great,” I said, sarcastically. Jenny squeezed my shoulder in a comforting way. She pulled the cape from me, signaling the haircut was finished.

“Let’s go, Bryce. I told you to text me when you were here.” Crystal grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out of the salon.

“Hold on a sec, babe. Since when do the men crash the women’s manicure party?” Bryce chuckled. He took a couple steps into the salon, stopping right in front of Olivia, Dean, and Mark. Crystal let out a huff of annoyance.

“Nothing wrong with taking care of your hands and nails. These bad boys need to be well taken care of. They’re like God’s hands, sculpting the human body to perfection.” Mark held them out and admired his hands in the most arrogant way.

“You’re comparing your botched tit jobs to God’s work now?” Dean belly laughed, clearly pleased with his comment.

“Your wife sure likes hers,” Mark quipped.

The vein in Dean’s forehead made an appearance again and his face reddened. These men were buffoons. How could I have ever been so hung up on someone like them?

“Now, now guys. It seems you two have been hanging with the ladies a little too long,” Bryce said, gesturing toward Olivia, Jenny, and me.

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