“Hey,” he says. He tucks a strand of my own blond hair behind my ear. “I can see your roots starting to show a bit.” “Oh.” I touch my hairline self-consciously. Andy loves blond hair, so I started going to the salon after we got engaged to lighten my hair to more of a golden shade. “Gosh, I guess I’ve been so busy with Cece, it just slipped my mind.” I can’t quite read the expression on his face. He’s still smiling, but there’s something off about it. It doesn’t bother him that much that I missed a hair appointment, does it?
is that why she was letting her roots gets so bad?
