When New Year's Eve rolled around, the day of the party, I started to get ready from early in the morning. My father had been baffled but I'd explained to him that going to a formal event, at least for women, was an all-day process. I went to the salon in the morning for a shampoo and blow-dry, a manicure and a pedicure. Adrianne and I had gone early hoping to avoid a crowd, but it seemed that every other female in Kingston had the same idea, and that we all shared the same salon. The place felt as crowded as a popular nightclub.
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