Good morning! There’s been a couple of posts at night I’d like to direct your attention too. First is my FREE Friday post. I’m going to be setting a different book for free each Friday this summer through the end of July. Also please check out my Shifting into Love posts especially about the cover and cowboy or biker 🙂
The Beautician and the Billionaire ends next week. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!
After a cup of much needed coffee, she approached Raul at the fountain and said, “Mother’s coming by soon. Feel free to go on break or leave for the day if you like. I can’t tell if you want to see her again or not.” She still hadn’t told him Gianna wanted to apologize to him. It would be too awkward, and if her mother wanted to apologize, she’d do it.
He straightened his back. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ll stay. With you and Conor moving in together, I’m sure I’ll see your family often.”
“Not too often, I hope.” She sighed and left to tend to her next customer.
Her arms felt like they were moving through a vat of conditioner as she styled hair the rest of the afternoon. The doctor had said the fatigue might continue for the entire first trimester. She was extra glad now that Letti had said she’d be the full time manager.
The party was a huge success. The lady luvs were smiling, the customers were excited and loads of pictures had been taken and posted all over social media.
Charisse finished her last scheduled appointment and turned to see all the chairs in the waiting areas filled. They’d have to start turning away the walk-ins, or nobody would be going home. She was just telling Mei she was going to bolt the door when the bells jingled. Marie stepped in with her arm through her mother’s.
Charisse’s heart dropped. She’d always wanted the reunion to be like what it obviously was for Marie.
Daddy came in behind the mother and daughter pair, stepped around them and walked to Charisse to grab her in a hug.
“Baby, this is wonderful!” he said.
She hugged him tightly. At least she could have a normal relationship with him now. One that didn’t involve him lying to her. She said, “Look at you, out of the hospital. I’m so glad you didn’t need surgery.”
“Well, we’ll see. I’m not very good at sticking to diet and exercise, but I have a good incentive now.”
She pulled back and said, “Aren’t Marie’s flowers beautiful? I can’t believe how much she did.”
“I’m very proud of both of you.”
Charisse glowed. Her father had never been proud of their accomplishments—how pretty they looked at parties, yes, but not what they’d done.
In a thick Spanish accent, Gianna said, “This is impressive. Everyone seems so comfortable here.” Charisse noticed Gianna’s gaze resting on Raul after she looked around the salon.
Charisse said, “Let’s go back to the breakroom. I’m done with customers for the day.”
She led them back and heard her mother’s breath hitch.
Gianna said, “You do use the coffee I send. I didn’t know if Roy said that just to make me feel better.”
Charisse felt her face redden. “You’re his supplier. E-everyone loves it.” After a pause she added, “Thank you.”
She noticed Marie and her father had stayed out in the salon. She saw them talking with Raul by the fountain.
“Can we sit down?” asked Gianna.
Charisse stared at her. Gianna seemed more comfortable than Sunday, wearing jeans and a blue untucked blouse with long sleeves. Her curly hair was pulled back in ponytail, making the mother daughter similarities striking.
“Yes, of course,” said Charisse, finally. She led her over to a small couch.