“So…do you love it?” Beth whirled Danielle around so she could see herself in the mirror. Sweeping her hand through her fiery red hair, Danielle smiled. She had never colored her hair in her life; this was big.
“I love it! It’s perfect!”
“What will your husband say?” Beth asked her.
“I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” Danielle answered softly.
As excited as she was, Danielle couldn’t help but feel nervous. As she drove home, she began to feel sick to her stomach. What had she done? He was going to hate it. He would explode; she knew it.
But there was no undoing it now. She was going through with this, with everything.
Her heart was pounding so loudly by the time she walked up the sidewalk, she could barely focus. Fighting to keep herself calm, she slowly opened the door.
“You’re late, Dani, I—“ Jeff stared at her. “What the hell did you do to your hair?” he bellowed.
Danielle inhaled slowly. “I colored it. I know it’s different, but I think it’s cute,” she said, trying to hide her anxiety.
“It’s-it’s red! I don’t like it at all. And how much did you pay for that?!” he was almost yelling.
“ I used my own money. I had some extra left over this week.”
“How much was it?” he pushed.
“Why does it matter? I told you, I used my own money,” Danielle muttered.
He glared at her. “Because you don’t need to be wasting your money on stupid things like that! This had better be the last time you do anything like that without checking with me first. And you look ridiculous, by the way.”
Danielle turned away to hide her clenched jaw. Oh, if he only knew. This was just the beginning of the changes she had in store.