Chapter 11

Quickly Preston stood and found himself towering over her. Even in heels, she barely came to his shoulder. Her hair flowed down her back in long, spiral curls, but the sides near her face were pulled up and pinned behind her bangs, which had been teased and sprayed high above her forehead, as if trying to add height to her diminutive stature. It was a stunning hairstyle, and combined with her blue eyeliner and pale pink eyeshadow to make Preston think he’d somehow stepped into a time warp sending him straight back to his childhood. The whole look was something his mother might’ve tried to pull off back in the 1980’s.

If she noticed his stunned silence, Ms. Davis didn’t remark on it. She pumped his hand once, hard, and let it drop. “Margo Davis,” she said, introducing herself. “I’m glad you could come on such short notice. It’d be a shame for Abby to miss out on her school photos. Did you bring a change of clothes?”