It was my first glimpse of how different and easy my life could be with someone like Tyrone on my arm.
I must have been completely mad to even think in such a way. If I had of possessed the slightest morsel of intelligence, then I would have walked out of that house right then and never returned.
I considered doing that the moment I saw my reflection in his full-length mirror. I was horrified; it looked nothing like me. My usual bouncy, light brown mop looked greasy and flat, stuck to