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He.
Never.
Stopped.
Talking.
Vicky did well to accommodate him but he came out with so many questions and his own answers that it soon became apparent he never expected his conversation partner to actually answer the questions.
He placed Vicky on a chair in the front room and snipped at her hair without paying much attention. I pretended to read a book to keep myself firmly out of any of his “conversations.”
Three hours passed and I hadn’t read a single word.
I spent my time gazing at Vicky’s reflection in the mirror, watching her beam as Me’ell talked at her.
It made me nervous he wasn’t following a design from an image. It would have been good if he could have shown us what he was aiming for.
Vicky didn’t seem concerned. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
It was the first time I’d seen her really smile. Ever since I met her, she’d been under some stress or strain.
Either because she’d been abducted or sold to me.
She glowed with magnetic beauty when she flashed that incredible smile.
Wow.
Me’ell added some makeup to her face. He showed Vicky how he was applying it and in what order. After he was done, he washed it off her face and then got her to repeat the process back to him. She did it without error.
She didn’t need much makeup. Only a little to enhance the beauty that was already there.
“My work here is done,” Me’ell said, tucking his tools back in his case.
Vicky got out of the chair and turned to me. Her face glowed brightly. The hairstyle was simple but gorgeous. It was piled on top of her head, wearing it up, like a work of art.
“You look…” I said, stumbling for the right word to describe her.
There was none.
Me’ell patted me on the arm.
“The look on your face is more than enough description,” he said.
Vicky looked at me, and then, unable to meet my eyes, looked away.
She was suddenly shy?
The mix of her being so headstrong and powerful before and now being coy was an intoxicating mix.
Me’ell hefted the case with a single arm and didn’t waver when he stood up. The guy had the strength of ten Titans.
“I’ll see you to the door,” I said.
I took him to the entrance. Looking back, I noticed Vicky checking out her new hairdo in the mirror.
“If you need me the night you have this high-class event of yours, I’m available on call,” Me’ell said, handing over his card.
“Thank you,” I said.
