C28 A Million Times
I sit still as the female continues to prod my hair.
“When is this going to end?”
Grace looks up from the book in her hands.
I am not facing her but thankfully, I can see her through the mirror in front of me, even as the stylist continues to poke my head.
“Are you here to make sure that I don’t disappear or what?”
She frowns at me in confusion, “What?”
“Guess, it’s the latter
