« No problem. »
« Good night, Christopher. »
the next day, everything moved quickly. We had one day left before the weekend with my family, and there was still so much to do.
First, we went to the hair salon. As the stylist worked, Christopher sat quietly, letting the transformation happen. I watched in amazement as his shaggy hair was trimmed into something neat and polished.
« This feels weird, » he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror.
« Good weird or bad weird? » I teased.
« Definitely good, » he said with a smirk.
By the time we hit the shops to pick out new clothes, he was starting to look like a completely different person.
The holiday dinner started well enough. My parents were delighted to see Christopher, and I could almost feel my mother’s pride as she glanced at me, finally quieting her usual questions about my personal life.
Christopher played his part perfectly—polite, attentive, and even charming when he spoke. I began to relax, thinking that maybe my crazy plan had worked.
