Chapter Nineteen

Gretchen skipped into the salon tucking in her shirt and patting down her hair. That last goodbye kiss had left her a little disheveled. Smiling brightly, Gretchen turned to greet her two o’clock appointment.

The tall, skinny she-Tiger blinked slowly at Gretchen. She stared with hostility shining in her almond shaped eyes, glowing gold with her animal. Like Gretchen was so much dirt on her shoe. Tapping her red fingernails on her watch, she pursed her lips.

Gretchen glanced at the clock pointedly. It was two minutes after the hour. Not a big deal at all, but still, she was a professional, and it was her place of business. She plastered a smile on her face and apologized for her tardiness.

“Hi, you must be Pamela. Welcome to Cut It Out. I’m Gretchen⁠—”

“You’re late for my appointment,” the she-Cat interrupted. “I hope you’re better at cutting hair than you are at telling time.”