Back to the present, Em realised she’d better ring this salon first and make sure she could get in this morning as with these types of offers, they must surely get busy.
A few minutes later she was on her way with the roof down and her stereo playing Boccorinni’s ‘Rondo’ in her new BMW convertible that Mart had got for her birthday, back in October ( also their fifteenth wedding anniversary) . She put her sunglasses on her head, like an Alice- band and let the wind blow through her tousled wild wavy locks which invigorated her. The young girl at the salon had told her that Louis St Rezor the chief style director would be doing her style and makeover which had to come in the package but would now only cost an unbelievable $50, slashed down even more than the leafleted offer because she was the first to phone today announcing her receipt of it. Em wasn’t too sure about the makeup part but what the heck, at this price she could just wash off the makeup after. She’d only ever really worn makeup for their wedding , since then only on occasions some red lipstick that Mart had bought for her, she did like to do her nails though with an orange/reddish varnish which seemed to go best with her largish almond shaped hazel/green eyes, that Mart was particularly wild about, called them ‘chatoyant’ or ‘come to bed eyes’. .
