*Sasha*

“Your hair is so beautiful,” Trina gushed as she brushed through my long, blond locks. Another new friend was doing my nails, as I had done for her.

“I wish I had those tight curls you have,” I responded.

Phoebe sipped her mimosa and then raised her glass to us. “Pedicures next!”

“I like the way you think,” Trina said.

It was a lovely afternoon, in a series of lovely afternoons. The women ...