Over dinner at a nearby restaurant, Ainsley was pleased with how humorous her father found the hair stunt she’d pulled. Like Seb, he didn’t appreciate the part where she ran with a sharp object in hand. Also like Seb, he easily understood what had inspired the idea that would finally reunite the other couple she had inadvertently broken up.
“I’m glad it all worked out,” George commented, still chuckling a little as he imagined how the young people reacted to the smell of burning hair. Knowing what it must have cost his daughter and how much guilt had driven her decision, he smiled at her with both sympathy and pride. “The new look suits you, honey.”
Ainsley beamed. “I know, right? I look so much cuter.”
Soon after she said that, her expression fell. She hadn’t told her father about Seb
