Dream woman Stories

The rhythmic click of heels approaching the reception area drew my attention away from the dog-eared "Good Housekeeping" magazine in my hands. The salon was empty of other clients, and I'd just exchanged goodbyes with the young receptionist. If everything had gone as planned, that meant there could only be one person left—the reason I'd come back here in the first place. And there she was—Cheryl King. She looked radiant,...