Meeting in 2001 both Marshall and Jodie quickly found themselves in a whirlwind romance that not only developed quickly and intensely but also turned into a very turbulent relationship that suffered from the loss of loved ones, extreme highs and dev...
I woke up to the sound of the ocean and the exotic birds chirping away, I smiled and hummed to myself as I turned over to... an empty bed? My eyes opened and instantly happiness swirled around my mind and body at my besotting surroundings. I could only presume that Marshall was out embracing the private resort. I had no idea what time it was so I checked my phone, I'd certainly slept in, it was almost half 11!
After the most revitalizing bath I'd ever taken I then ordered some lunch and sat in my towel enjoying the flavourful food. I'd tried to call Marshall but his phone was off, and to be honest I was supposed to turn mine off too but my mother was quite unwell with the flu so I wanted to make sure I was always on call should she of needed me. My head turned to a lady randomly appearing in my peripheral vision, she stood there in salon overalls smiling at me. And here was me thinking I had complete and utter privacy...
"Mrs. Mathers?" She greeted me,
"Mhm... can I help you?" I finished my last mouthful,
"I am here to style your hair"
"I haven't booked for my hair to be done today?" If I could leave it in an updo I would, my hair was so healthy because of this, there was no reason for me to have it styled with heat whilst on vacation, i had no meetings or photoshoots or press conferences to attend,
"Sorry you misunderstand.. your husband has booked you in"
"Oh.. he did?" The audacity of this man. I wasn't aware I had to be picture perfect on holiday,
"Would you like to come through? I've set up in the living quarters,
"By all means" I wasn't too impressed with my lunch being cut short, but I guess I had to be grateful for Marshall's way of pampering me.
She'd took her sweet time messing around with it but she was finally done after what felt like forever. It was in a low, to the side messy bun that had dainty white pearl accessory, with pieces of hair framing my face,
"May I take a photo for my catalogue?"
"Sure"
"Do you like it?" She showed me the photo,
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"I... I do.." It was gorgeous but it felt very formal,
"But.."
"It's just a little... wedding-ish"
"Classy hair for a classy woman. It's been wonderful to work on your hair, have a lovely day" she smiled graciously,
"Yes and to you too, thanks for your time" I smiled as I watched her leave. I then went over to one of the mirrors to inspect my hair further, it was a little over the top to say the least. I wanted to take it out but Marshall would've blown his lid... but then again how would he know my hair hadn't been done if I just so happened to let it down? Men were clueless,
