Georgia, a single mother of two spirited children, Ginny and Austin, moves to the quaint and picturesque small town of Wilsbury seeking a fresh start for her family. Wilsbury, with its charming streets and warm-hearted community, gradually nestles i...
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Georgia jolted awake in the depths of the night, her palms clammy as they skated over her face in a blind examination. A tendril of unease tingled under her skin when her fingers stumbled upon what felt like a menacingly long hair sprouting from her chin—a flaw she couldn't afford on such a critical day. It was her first day working closely with deputy mayor Lucas, and appearances mattered.
She tiptoed into Ginny's room, whose sleep was adolescently deep and undisturbed. 'Ginny,' Georgia's voice held an urgency only beauty crises could warrant, 'you need to pluck this out for me—now.'
Half-asleep but fully aware of the underlying panic in her mother's tone, Ginny propped herself up groggily. 'Mom, you're acting like a total Chewbacca over a single hair.'
Despite Ginny's lighthearted jest—a misspelled reference to Chewbacca from Star Wars—Georgia was already heading towards the unforgiving light of the bathroom. Ginny, moments later and tweezers in hand, followed.
The procedure was swift; as tweezer met chin, Georgia's fear subsided with every plucked strand while Ginny shook her head amusedly at her mother's antics.
Meanwhile, Ginny was wrestling with social fears of her own—not about stray hairs but rather genuine connections at school. Her fledgling friendship with Maxine provided some solace, but the treacherous waters of high school hierarchy left Ginny feeling invisible amongst the glossy sea of seemingly self-assured peers.
'You're all good now,' Ginny announced as they both studied Georgia's now flaw-free complexion in the mirror.
Thanks to Ginny's steady hands and reluctance to blend in by over-focusing on appearance—a stark contrast to Georgia—her mother could face deputy mayor Lucas sans hirsute worries. Yet deep inside herself between confidence and doubt, Ginny couldn't shake off the question: among Maxine's friends—who smiled readily but looked through her—was there a single ally indeed?
* * * *
Paul leaned against the filing cabinet in Lucas' office, a scheming glint in his eyes. "Think about it, Lucas. A dispensary here could really turn our profits around. Plus, we'd have enough to fund the new library this town desperately needs."
Lucas, spinning in his chair to face Paul, sighed thoughtfully. "It's not a half-bad idea. But what about the legal hoops? Permits, community approval... it's not going to be a walk in the park."
