We were all quite happy since my buddies and I were also heading there. Everything seemed to be coming together. Until Carla had to spoil it, of course.
When prom day finally came, I was eager to have my hair done and went to the salon. However, the receptionist gave me this perplexed expression when I arrived.
“Emily? “Are you certain?” She looked at her computer screen and inquired. “Zelda told me that you canceled?” “I didn’t!” I cried out in utter terror. “Why would I? This evening is prom.
The receptionist said, “Calm down, honey,” in an attempt to soothe me. “I’ll get Zelda.” As she went to get the hairdresser, I waited nervously. When they returned at last, the hairdresser was uneasy.
“Earlier today, Emily, I received a call informing me that you wanted to cancel your appointment. I thought it was your mother.
