she hovered over Sammy.
"Make up shouldn't take long with such beautiful young ladies," Sammy replied in a polite tone.
Katherine rolled her eyes. "Just get it done," she snapped.
Sammy began opening up her large makeup kit when she noticed that something was glaringly missing. Sammy had a bit of an addiction to mascara. Maybe it was because she had such beautiful, large, hazel eyes with unusually long lashes, or maybe she just liked the curly brushes. Either way, she had a bundle of them, and they had their own special case that she tucked inside her larger makeup case. It was always in the top right corner of the case. But not when she needed it the most, not when Katherine was staring down at her with a look of absolute loathing.
"I uhm," Sammy cleared her throat nervously. "It looks like I might have misplaced the mascara," she said meekly. "It'll only take me a minute to run o ver to the salon and get it."
"You can not be serious," Katherine said, dragging out each word as she spoke them as if Sammy had just insisted the earth was flat.
"I'm sorry," Sammy said, and avoided looking right at Katherine. " I could use yours but I have some with glitter that Annabelle wants me to use for her. I’ll go get them quickly. It will only take a minute, I promise," she smiled at the girls waiting for their makeup.
"Looks like you girls get a snack break!" Katherine grinned.
Some of the girls rolled their eyes and looked away from Sammy with annoyance. But Annabelle, who was precariously thin, seemed overjoyed by the idea. The caterer hired for the party had also been hired for the day to make sure that Annabelle, her cousin, and her close friends all had every delectable snack they could get their hands on at any given time. As Sammy stepped out of the dressing room, Lucy, a young caterer's assistant stepped inside. Sammy caught her name from the name tag she wore. It struck her as they moved past one another that Lucy was about the same age as the girls who were shrieking and giggling over the tiny cakes on the tray she was carrying. Life and its circumstances had a strange way of dealing its hand.
***
Bekki was sorting through the mail that had been delivered to the salon the day before when Sammy burst through the door.
"Sammy?" she said with surprise as she looked up at her frazzled friend. "What are you doing here? Did you already finish the party?"
"No," Sammy moaned as she rushed over to her station. "I left my mascara here!"
"Oh no," Bekki frowned as she hurried over to Sammy's station to help her look for it. "That's not good."
"I know," Sammy sighed. "Of all the days, of all the people, it had to be Katherine Windward!"
"You mean, Katherine Windbag?" Bekki giggled and lowered her voice as a customer stepped in through the door. "Don't let her get to you Sammy. You're doing great. Everybody makes mistakes, and here," she smiled as she picked up the case of mascara that had fallen to the floor. "It must have slipped off the shelf while you were getting read y this morning. See?"
Bekki's warm smile was a goo d salve for Sammy. Even though she and Bekki had parted ways after high school, ever since Bekki had moved back to Harroway their friendship had picked right back up as if nothing had ever changed. Sammy was relieved to have her back in her life and Bekki was, too. Bekki had been working in the city as a beautician who was very much in demand, but all that had come crashing down when she had caught her boyfriend, Trevor, cheating on her and he had confirmed that he had no long term interest in their relationship. Heartbroken, Bekki had returned home to Harroway to find her roots again. Her family had run the salon when she was a child and she had practically grown up in it, so the entire town knew her, or at least of her. It was rather comforting in contrast to the huge city.
"Oh thank you, thank you," Sammy grabbed the mascara case and clutched it close to her chest. "You have literally saved my life.
"Make up shouldn't take long with such beautiful young ladies," Sammy replied in a polite tone.
Katherine rolled her eyes. "Just get it done," she snapped.
Sammy began opening up her large makeup kit when she noticed that something was glaringly missing. Sammy had a bit of an addiction to mascara. Maybe it was because she had such beautiful, large, hazel eyes with unusually long lashes, or maybe she just liked the curly brushes. Either way, she had a bundle of them, and they had their own special case that she tucked inside her larger makeup case. It was always in the top right corner of the case. But not when she needed it the most, not when Katherine was staring down at her with a look of absolute loathing.
"I uhm," Sammy cleared her throat nervously. "It looks like I might have misplaced the mascara," she said meekly. "It'll only take me a minute to run o ver to the salon and get it."
"You can not be serious," Katherine said, dragging out each word as she spoke them as if Sammy had just insisted the earth was flat.
"I'm sorry," Sammy said, and avoided looking right at Katherine. " I could use yours but I have some with glitter that Annabelle wants me to use for her. I’ll go get them quickly. It will only take a minute, I promise," she smiled at the girls waiting for their makeup.
"Looks like you girls get a snack break!" Katherine grinned.
Some of the girls rolled their eyes and looked away from Sammy with annoyance. But Annabelle, who was precariously thin, seemed overjoyed by the idea. The caterer hired for the party had also been hired for the day to make sure that Annabelle, her cousin, and her close friends all had every delectable snack they could get their hands on at any given time. As Sammy stepped out of the dressing room, Lucy, a young caterer's assistant stepped inside. Sammy caught her name from the name tag she wore. It struck her as they moved past one another that Lucy was about the same age as the girls who were shrieking and giggling over the tiny cakes on the tray she was carrying. Life and its circumstances had a strange way of dealing its hand.
***
Bekki was sorting through the mail that had been delivered to the salon the day before when Sammy burst through the door.
"Sammy?" she said with surprise as she looked up at her frazzled friend. "What are you doing here? Did you already finish the party?"
"No," Sammy moaned as she rushed over to her station. "I left my mascara here!"
"Oh no," Bekki frowned as she hurried over to Sammy's station to help her look for it. "That's not good."
"I know," Sammy sighed. "Of all the days, of all the people, it had to be Katherine Windward!"
"You mean, Katherine Windbag?" Bekki giggled and lowered her voice as a customer stepped in through the door. "Don't let her get to you Sammy. You're doing great. Everybody makes mistakes, and here," she smiled as she picked up the case of mascara that had fallen to the floor. "It must have slipped off the shelf while you were getting read y this morning. See?"
Bekki's warm smile was a goo d salve for Sammy. Even though she and Bekki had parted ways after high school, ever since Bekki had moved back to Harroway their friendship had picked right back up as if nothing had ever changed. Sammy was relieved to have her back in her life and Bekki was, too. Bekki had been working in the city as a beautician who was very much in demand, but all that had come crashing down when she had caught her boyfriend, Trevor, cheating on her and he had confirmed that he had no long term interest in their relationship. Heartbroken, Bekki had returned home to Harroway to find her roots again. Her family had run the salon when she was a child and she had practically grown up in it, so the entire town knew her, or at least of her. It was rather comforting in contrast to the huge city.
"Oh thank you, thank you," Sammy grabbed the mascara case and clutched it close to her chest. "You have literally saved my life.
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