But maybe I shouldn’t question it. I should just be happy. “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.”
