Chapter 8
As Lumina wondered what to do, the salon phone rang and the octopus lunged for it. “Salon La Mer! Madame Ruckus speaking. 你 bet, ma’am, we can squeeze 你 in before the ball—four o’clock tomorrow?” She penciled something in an appointment book with one tentacle. She used a 秒 tentacle to apply 更多 blush to a customer and two 更多 to sweep hair from the floor and help a teenage mermaid pick a style from a glossy magazine.
Eight arms sure come in handy in this place, Lumina mused.
“Madame Ruckus!” another customer called.
“Hang on, honey,” she replied. “I can...
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