Montana Mansion

It's Done

Charlene's POV:

I don't really know when, but sometime after we went back inside Amanda and I fell asleep on my bed. When I woke up, she was gone, a simple note left on the pillow she's used. 

It read:

I told him. I don't regret doing it, but I need to be alone right now.

Kisses, Amanda

I screamed with happiness. Jumping out of bed, I headed over to my closet and chose a mint green summer dress for the day. I slipped it on, careful not to snag the gauzy short sleeves. The real fabric itself started in a low, sweetheart neckline and just brushed my knees. Carefully, I jammed on my tall white heels. Sitting at my vanity, I punched in the number for Shannon Alexander, the nearest spa and hair salon. Clicking the speaker button, I brushed my hair.

"Hello, Shannon Alexander. How may I help you today?"

"Hey, I'd like a complete dye job and highlights as soon as possible. And a transformation, really. I want to look completely different."

"Alright, we have an appointment available at 11 o'clock this morning due to cancellation."

"Perfect."

"Name please?"

"Charlene Turner."

"The Charlene Turner?" The lady on the other end seemed shocked. "Why would you want to change how you look?"

"Just my hair, really and I'd like eyelash extensions, my nails done, etc."

"It's complementary, darling."

"Really?"

"For a Disney star like yourself, of course. We'll see you then, darling!"

I hung up, shocked. I couldn't believe that I was going to get all of that done for free. Standing, I grabbed my purse, walked across the hallway, and threw open Willa's door. She was sitting on her bed, stroking Amanda's hair.

"I need a ride." I said simply, choosing to ignore the fact that Amanda had said she needed to be alone. More like away from me.

"Where to?" Willa asked. 

"The salon."

Willa looked down at Amanda. "This is bad," she said.

"Why?"

"She only goes to the salon when she has split ends or when she's really, really upset."

"I can hear you, you know," I snapped.

"I'll drive you," Philby offered from the hall.

I whirled around. "Really?"

"Sure. They're busy, Jess and Finn are wrecks, Maybeck wouldn't have, and so I'm up I guess."

"You've got all day, right?" I asked.

"We're all going to die," Willa said to Amanda.

"I suppose. I'll bring my laptop," Philby agreed with a shrug. I bumped him with my hip as I walked out of Willa's room. "Thanks. I owe ya one."

"If I'm going to be sitting in a salon all day, yes. Yes you do."

In my mom's SUV, I propped my feet on the dashboard. Philby was sitting straight up, his eyes paying perfect attention to the road. "Lighten up, Philby."

"I'm driving."

I rolled my eyes and leaned up to turn on the radio. Without evening looking at me, he swatted my hand away. "No music. It's distracting."