MILDRED

BUNCH OF FOOLS

My heart was not at rest even when Chase had assured me the previous day it was going to be easy going through this celebration.

All I had to do was bless the occasion, pour out the colors, and leave. How hard could it be?

I was a nervous wreck as I stood in front of the mirror as the stylists worked on me. Ophelia was the main stylist today.

"My apologies for the other day, your hubby is an asshole at times."

The way she said the apology with the grimace on her face made me laugh so loud.

"I know." I offered her a...