Friday after school, I rode the motorcycle over to the salon, and I saw two things. The parking lot near the salon was packed. I had to park my bike right by the back door. And second, mom looked like she had her hands full, but she was handling it in stride.

I stepped in, and all the women turned their heads to me-every single one from the waiting room to the salon chairs. I counted ten clients and Dolores under the hairdryer with another older lady. Half of the ladies in here already had their hair done, and they were snapping selfies.

"Hey, Mom!" I pulled my hand out of my pocket and waved.

"Hi, sweetie." She said, bringing me into a side hug. Mom was wearing a pencil skirt, button-up white shirt with pearl earrings, her hair was half up, half down, and she brought out her bangs. They were parted in the middle and tucked behind her ears; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to see.

"That's your son? He's such a cutie." One of the girls said, lowering a massive camera from her face. She looked so familiar. Maybe I've passed by her in town. She was sitting in Phoebe's chair, getting what looked like highlights. "I bet you would get more clients if he were working at the front desk. There's no way anyone could look at a face like that and not want to come in."

There were around of nods and verbal "yes'"

Mom cackled. "If that's true, then I should put him to work." She patted my shoulder.

I grinned. It wasn't like I hadn't managed the front desk before, but after mom had hired extra help when the salon was taking off, it didn't seem necessary.

"So, what's your name?" she asked.

All the ladies in the salon put their phones down and looked at me. "Cameron."

"Hmm. You ever thought about modeling?" She raised a brow with a coy smile.

"Nope. Not my cup of tea. I like working with my hands," I told her.

"A handyman? I could use one of those." One of the ladies to my right in the waiting area flipped her hair over her shoulder.

I cleared my throat. I was at a loss on how to respond to that.

"AMBER!" the one in the salon chair yelled. "He's too young for you!"

Mom held a fist up to her mouth, effectively smothering her laughter.

Women were boldly hitting on me, and she was doing nothing to stop them. She was too busy being amused.

"And he's the perfect age for you?" she fired back.

"Um, yeah, I'm only 19. How old are you?" She directed the question to me.

"I'm 18, but I'm a senior in High school and...." I heard the door open up behind me, and I felt myself grinning.

"Oh! Looks like he's taken," someone mumbled.

"Well, at least she's stunning," the salon chair girl said. There was no bitterness or disappointment in her voice. She was genuinely impressed.

Summer waved and shuffled inside with a box of two dozen donuts. "Hi. I brought some treats. Figured you all might need..." her steps faltered as her eyes glanced behind me and her jaw hit the ground.

"HA! Finally, someone recognized me in this small town. I knew my international fame would pay off someday," salon chair girl said.

I stepped forward, slipping the boxes out of Summer's hand because it looked like she might drop them.

Summer blinked and broke out of her trance look enough to say, "I am such a huge fan!"

I leaned in to whisper. "Who is she?" I should have known she was some celebrity. The way she carried herself gave it away, but people like her rarely visited places like this.

Summer ignored my question. "I love your fashion and food blog. And don't get me started on your travel vlogs. They're... WOW!" She shook her head. "I pretty much stalk you on social media. Not to sound like a total creeper or anything. Because I'm not." She threw her hands up.

"You're adorable. I like you. Come, sit over here. Let's talk." She pointed to the empty chair across from her. She didn't have to tell Summer twice. She practically sprinted over there.

"Donuts, anyone?" I asked, holding up the box. The ladies all nodded, and Mom went around back to grab paper plates and napkins.

Eventually, I got the 411 on the salon chair girl. Her name was Eden McDaniels. She's a Canadian model and vlogger/blogger. She had over ten million followers on social media. She was in town for her best friend's cousin's wedding, which would explain the crowd. Tonight they had the rehearsal dinner, and tomorrow was the ceremony.

Eden and Summer talked the entire time, and some of the girls joined in. Mom assisted with some of the clients, but they were spreading their magic between Sadie, Mom, and Phoebe.

Eden asked Summer to film her and everyone getting their hair styled. Summer happily made the rounds conversing with all the ladies and asking them about their chosen styles and why. Eden kept glancing over at Summer with a slight smile on her face. She probably saw the same thing I did.

It was clear that Summer was made to do stuff like this. It's one of her passions, but I've never seen her attempt it on her own. Mostly, she watched other people do it, and I wondered what was holding her back.

Wait a minute, if memory serves me right, someone was supposed to be grounded but had somehow managed to make it out here. We'd have to talk about that later.

When they were down to the final two clients, Eden asked summer to be in her vlog and introduced her as her new friend. Summer helped Eden show off her new hair. Then she dragged Mom into the frame, saying that she was one of the best hair stylists in the state and possibly the country.

Mom was beaming and hugged her. She looked like she wanted to cry, and I was hoping she would so I could tease her about it when we got home.

"I'd like to snap a few pics of the salon for my blog and Instagram," Eden said. "But we'll have to do it tomorrow because we have less than two hours to get glammed up for dinner."

Her best friend Raleigh and her cousin Anya, who was getting married, rushed out after sending a quick thanks to mom and the girls.

I escorted everyone out and told them to have a good night.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" Eden asked Summer, grabbing hold of both of her wrists.

Summer nodded speechlessly.

"Good! I'll see you then." Eden grinned, bringing her into a hug while Summer stood there stiffly in shock.

Dolores hollered to the stragglers. Then she told my mom, "See you in the morning, dear!"

Mom waved goodbye, then shut then locked the door behind them, flipping the open sign to close.

Phoebe and Sadie screamed, jumping up and down while Summer and I laughed watching the spectacle.

Mom looked like she was in a daze and had to take a seat.

"You okay, Ms. St. James," Summer asked, kneeling beside her.

Mom's eyes met hers, and then she launched forward, bringing her into a hug. "I heard this was all your idea. Thank you so much for your quick thinking. This appointment helped the salon, and I'm so grateful." Mom sniffled.

Summer wrapped her arms around her back. "Don't mention it."

"I have to repay you!" Mom pulled back.

Summer giggled. "It's fine. Really."

I should have warned her that mom likes to get her way. "You should come over for dinner sometime. I'll make you whatever you like."

"Mom, don't pressure her."

Mom waved me off.

"Okay, okay. I would like that." Summer relented.

Mom grinned widely. "Plus, since you're dating my son now, I'd like to get to know you more."

"I-I-I never said we were dating," I blurted out.

Summer whispered something to Mom, and she started laughing.

I pouted, hating being left out and wanting to know what they said about me.

Mom and the girls began cleaning up, and I offered Summer a ride home, but then I remembered that I only had my bike with one helmet.

"Oh! About that..." Mom smiled. "I may have bought an extra helmet."

My brows pinched together. "One, it was on sale. Two, I may or may not know how to ride a motorcycle."

"That's so cool!" Summer said with amazement.

My jaw went slack. "I have so many questions."

"Yeah, yeah. We'll talk when you get home." She unlocked her car doors and said, "The helmet is in the back. Ride safe." She winked.