The invitation arrived at midnight. The party was tomorrow. She was thrilled. Then she looked in the mirror. AAAAAAAHHHH! Her hair! Her little companion took one look at her, flashed those enormous teeth... and wisely said nothing.
She raced through Lambertville searching for help until she discovered Kelly’s on Bridge, with a hair salon, a barbershop in the back, and two floors upstairs where weddings and private events are held. Perfect.
By party time, the wild hair was tamed, the screaming had stopped, and she looked spectacular. Her companion? He’s still grinning.
But if you hear a shriek coming from Kelly’s... someone may have just checked the mirror BEFORE their appointment.