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Talia wasn’t surprised that was the route they were going. It made the most sense instead of having one move into the other’s home and feel like a constant guest.
“Do you know what you want?”
“At least three bedrooms, two bathrooms. Ideally, I’d love an enormous kitchen. Axel wants a big backyard and for it to be close to both our jobs.”
“You plan on filling those bedrooms with some niblings for me?” Talia asked with a smile.
“Oh my gosh, Tal. Don’t start getting on Dad and Courtney’s baby train,” Kaydence responded with a sigh, and Talia couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m only kidding. I can wait for you to enjoy married life for a year before you give me one.”
Her sister shook her head. “Thank you for thegracioustime frame. So, for our birthdays, I thought we could have dinner.Axel wants to spend my birthday weekend away. We could do it the weekend between our birthdays. Besides, I’m sure you want to spend yours with your new beau.”
“Dinner and the weekend between work for me,” Talia responded.
They decided on a restaurant and the time, and Kaydence volunteered to send the text in their group chat. They finished their lunch, and Talia paid, hugging her sister as they headed back to work.
Talia was preparing for her two-thirty appointment, a new client who called the salon on Monday and wanted to come in as soon as possible. They wanted a relaxer, and she’d taken it because she had the only available appointment for the week.
The door opened, and she glanced in that direction as a woman and a little girl walked in. She returned her attention to the task at hand. Monique approached her a minute later.
“Your two-thirty is here.”
“Thank you,” Talia responded, following Monique back to the front desk. “Hello, I’m Talia,” she introduced herself to the woman. “Tasha, and this is my daughter Gabby. Thank you for getting us in.”
Talia smiled at the little girl. “Are you going to be my little helper while I do your mommy’s hair?”
“Oh, no,” Tasha started. “The appointment is for her.”
“I’m sorry?” Talia questioned, hoping she’d heard her wrong, but knew she hadn’t.
“The appointment is for my daughter.”
“When you called, you said it was for Tasha,” Talia responded.
“Yes, because I was the one making the appointment. Now, which station are we going to?”
“We aren’t.”
“Excuse me?” Tasha asked.
“How old is she?” Talia inquired. She was asking, hoping that once the woman revealed the little girl’s age, she would see how ridiculous her request was.
“She’s three.”
“Okay, well, putting chemicals on her hair isn’t advised at such a young age. We could do something else. A protective style to last the week, so you don’t have to worry about doing it in the mornings for a bit if that’s the issue.”
“No. I made the appointment for a relaxer, and that’s what we’re going to get. I’m tired of dealing with it.”
“Not here, you aren’t. However, you are more than welcome to take her somewhere else and see if you can find a stylist with no morals or proper training who is willing to ruin that baby’s hair, or you can do it yourself that way when you realize the mistake you’ve made; it’s no one’s fault but your own.”
Tasha stared at her for a moment as if she couldn’t believe that someone had told her no or called her out on the bullshit she was trying to pull.
“You are rude. I want to talk to the owner.”
Talia smiled at her, holding her hand out. “Hi, I’m Talia. A pleasure to meet you.”
She knew the other woman had caught the sarcasm in her voice from the scoff she let out. “You and your establishment are unprofessional.”
