Mathieu, who had come to pick up a spare set of hair‑dryers, noticed Clara’s lingering gaze.
— Tu sais, she whispered, je ne pensais jamais que mon mari deviendrait le cœur de ce torrent. Le Mari De La Coiffeuse Torrent-
Léa, who had watched from a corner, burst into tears. She embraced her husband, and the salon filled with an unspoken chorus of relief. The news of Antoine’s transformation traveled through the neighborhood like a whispering wind. Clients began to arrive, not only for haircuts but for “the mirror session” that Clara offered. They would sit, talk, and then stare into the ancient glass, confronting the selves they feared to see. Mathieu, who had come to pick up a
— Vous êtes prêt ? (Are you ready?)
One night, as they closed the shop, Clara leaned against the counter, watching the rain drizzle on the storefront windows. She embraced her husband, and the salon filled