As Emma worked, her fatigue became more apparent. Her hands, usually steady and precise, fumbled slightly with the scissors. She could feel the heaviness in her arms, the residual fumes from the products making her head pound. The result was far from her usual standard. The trendy cut, which should have been chic and stylish, looked awkward and unflattering on the woman.
Emma tried to salvage the haircut, snipping here and there in a desperate attempt to improve it, but it was no use. The style simply didn’t work. When she finally finished, she stepped back, feeling a wave of concern and embarrassment wash over her.