Girl's day

“Why do you think they're up to something?” Elen was suspicious too, but had to confirm first a few facts.

“I have no idea.” Jo whispered.

They both were sitting with hair dye, masks on their faces, while the manicurists did their nails.

Instead of wasting time in the hairdressing and beauty studio recommended by Patrick, they went to a place where they could have the same treatments in two, maximum three hours, and not waste half a day.

“They wanted to throw me out of the house at all costs.” Jo said, looking at the mirror in front of her. In such a state, she could easily scare people around.

“This is no adequate evidence.”

“I will be more precise. Your brother was trying to use his charm and spitted a lot of bullshit.”

“Ah, his wise arguments.” Elen laughed.

“He behaved like a typical Mr Wise. You know what I am talking about, don't you?”

“If that's what he did, they figured out something for sure. He doesn't have this nickname for no reason.”