Janna's heart raced as she dashed around the salon, making sure everything was perfect. It had all happened so fast. She was in the shop early, as always, and was setting everything up for the day. As she was organizing her utility cart, the phone rang. She picked it up and barely had time to apologize for being closed when a brusque voice cut her off.
“Is this the Ninten'Do Hair Salon?” it asked.
“Yes, but I'm so sorry, we don't open for two more hours.”
“Of course, of course, but I have urgent business I wish to discuss.”
Janna was about to say that urgent business could be conducted during regular business hours when she was cut off again.
“Princess Peach would like to make use of your services.”
Janna nearly dropped the phone, and took so long to compose herself that she was worried the man may have hung up.
“Princess Peach?” she repeated, unsure that her brain had processed what it had heard correc