The tension was palpable, but Emma knew she had to address the elephant in the room. She definitely wasn’t going to let a bad haircut ruin this special day for her. Once the formal introductions were over, she took a deep breath and approached the old woman.
“Mrs. Henderson, can we talk for a moment?” Emma asked softly. The old woman looked at her, a hint of wariness in her eyes, but she nodded. They moved to a quieter corner of the room, away from the cheerful chatter of the other guests.