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âIâm certain.â Lucy said, moving from the chair over to her cousin and reaching out to catch her hand. âStop fussing â your hair never has a bad day.â She always wished she could get her hair to curl even half as well as Roseâs. Lucy shrugged and a quiet laugh left her lips. âYou donât have to. Thatâs just the only other time Iâve seen people worry as much as you are, Ro.âÂ
âIâm sorry, youâre right. Iâm worrying over nothing.â Rose squeezed Lucyâs hand gently in appreciation, lowering her own hands. âNow we both know youâre lying. That, or, youâve never seen the results of when Iâm caught in the rain.â She teased laughing, she was her motherâs daughter after all, which of course meant that along with curly hair it also meant that she had to deal with frizz. âItâs work. Kind of.â She admitted sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.Â












