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her darkened tunnel, and peace filled her being as he hugged her close, letting her get it all out. He let her stay as long as she needed, never rushing her healing.
    All things must come to an end, and she stepped back wiping her face with her hands.
    “ I’m sorry.”
    “ Please, do not be sorry, ever! There is no need for it. It is expected in your situation.”
    She watched him as he spoke. Although he looked no more in age than her, mid twenties to late tw enties, she swore she watched him get older in those few moments. His dark business like hair seemed to get a bit lighter, his broad shoulders seemed to slump slightly and his perfect complexion extended a few lines, but it was his eyes that changed the most, which were dark penetrating gray eyes the first time she met him, grew a shade or two darker.
    His words finally made their way into her mind and she shook her head in understanding.
    “I will do what Mrs. Travine asks.”
    “ Thank you. Are you going to be okay? I have some other things that need attending.”
    She wiped her face free of tears once more, “ Yes. Thank you for talking to me.”
    “ One more thing, please do not be angry with any of these women, none of them are allowed to say anything to any of girls. That too, will be explained tomorrow.”
    Her eyes slid to Mrs. Travine and she smiled.
    Mrs. Travine hadn't come right out and told her anything of importance, but she had tried to comfort her by hinting that the situation wasn’t what it looked like.
    Her ey es back on the man before her. “I won't.”
    She bid him farewell and watched him walk away, and unbeknownst to him, with her heart in his suit pocket. Mrs. Travine's voice pulled her attention away from the stranger and back to her.
    “Shall we get your hair ready?”
    She turned to the woman, “ Yes, I suppose. I still don't know what is going on, but thank you for being kind and trying to ease my worries.”
    Mrs. Travine smiled, patting her hand and what came out of her mouth shocked her. “ It's alright dear, I understand. I do. I don't advertise this much, but two years ago I was right where you are now. Mr. Buchanan helped me as well...and that is all I can tell you on that front.”
    Smiling, Vylette said, “Fair enough. Let's get my hair done.” She started to walk off and turned back. “Why am I getting my hair done?”
    “ All I can tell you is that is for a photo shoot...which you are running late for.”
    “ Okay. I'm going.”
    “ Will you be okay to be left with Lissa while I go check on the photographer?”
    “ Yes, I won't cause any trouble, I promised, remember.”
    “ Alright then. You get your hair and face done and I will be back in a few to get you.”
    “ Okay.”
    She waved and walked back to the stylist and her waiting chair. Lissa stood with a smile on her face and the remains of tears in her eyes, but said nothing.
    “ I suppose make it look nice, Lissa.”
    “ Can do, sweetie. I can do your make up to if you would like.”
    “ That would be great.”
    Vylette got comfy in the oversized style chair, closed her ey es and let Lissa work her magic.

Chap ter 7
     
    “I am done.” Filled her ears followed by a soft nudge in the arm. She opened her eyes and was face to face with the perky smiling stylist.
    “ You looked like you needed some rest, so I just did your make up while you napped.”
    “ Thank you. How do I look?”
    “ See for yourself.”
    Lissa moved her upright and spun her to face the mirror. The reflection showed a young woman with long spiral brown hair, big dark eyes highlighted in neutral colors with glossy full lips. She barely recognized herself. She could fe el the amount of make up on her face, but it looked as if she were barely wearing any.
    “ Wow, you're a miracle worker, Lissa.”
    “ Not really. I had good features to work with. Now, come on, I think Mrs. Travine is on her way.”
    “ Thank you, and I am sorry for earlier.”
    “ Don't worry about it, hun, I was