"If you're genuinely interested in getting styled at our studio, I'd kindly ask for a little patience.
But if y'all aren't keen on hanging around, there's a hair salon around the corner to your right when you leave. Might be more up your alley for you and your daughter."
"You!" Imogen's face flushed crimson with anger, and a few of the other high-society ladies in the room couldn't help but snicker.
She couldn't believe this tiny studio had the nerve to give her attitude. Who did they think they were?
"Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you speak to me like that! Be careful, or I'll make sure this little studio of yours is out of business for good!" Imogen seethed, her teeth practically grinding together.
Madeline rose to her feet, standing behind her mother as backup. "A small-time stylist like you should be grateful for the opportunity to style us, and here you are, bossing us around!"
Regina wouldn't stand for this. No way was she going to let this mother-daughter duo insult her friend. "Is this really the kind of manners you've got? You don't even have a membership, so you shouldn't be getting styled here in the first place. And now you're getting aggressive and hurling insults at my friend. Classy, real classy."
Talon, on the other hand, wasn't fazed. He'd heard it all since he'd entered the business. "Now that you've already called me a small-time stylist, why are you so desperate to have someone like me style you? Are you cheap or what?"
"You dare call me cheap!" Madeline, having been spoiled rotten by the Tanner family for years, was outrageously arrogant.
In her self-righteous fury, she raised her arm, poised to slap Talon.
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