In the doorway stood the same woman — but now she was unrecognizable. Her well-groomed hair shone under the lights, her delicate makeup highlighted her features, and her posture was straight and confident.
She held the same photo in her hand, but this time she didn’t hide it — she showed it proudly.
The salon fell silent. Even the receptionist stood still, her mouth open.
— Well, ladies, — she said calmly as she walked closer. — In another salon, they treated me with respect. They listened to me, didn’t laugh, didn’t judge. And they did what you couldn’t.
She paused, looking at their embarrassed faces.


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