“Don’t move, I need to grab the anti-frizz serum.” She twirls around and stalks into the en-suite attached to the dressing room. Naturally, my eyes fall to her Cartier watch on the vanity, which she always takes off when tackling my mane. With a cursory glance to the bathroom door, I pluck a pin from a sewing cushion and scratch the pointed end deep into the watch face. I’ve considered stealing it several times because I’m sure it’s worth a hefty amount, but it was a gift from Alberto, so I’m sure she’d notice.
