As a hairdresser, I meet all kinds of people. But Vivienne was special\u2014a longtime client, elegant and accomplished, known throughout town for her charm and success. She owned several luxury boutiques, always walked in with a warm smile, and never missed an appointment.<\/p>\n
A few days after one of her regular visits, she called me in tears. Her diamond earrings\u2014worth more than my car\u2014had gone missing. I searched the entire salon, checking every nook and cranny. Eventually, I found them tucked beneath a small side table.<\/p>\n
When I called to let her know, she rushed in, relieved. \u201cYes! They\u2019re mine!\u201d she gasped, then added, \u201cI\u2019m so embarrassed. I thought someone had stolen them.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was grateful, but that comment stung. Only a few people had been around that day\u2014her driver, her assistant, and me. I knew panic can cloud judgment, so I brushed it off. Still, her expression lingered in my mind, leaving behind a shadow of doubt.<\/p>\n
A few days later, her assistant, Lorna, stopped by the salon. She seemed anxious and asked if we could talk privately. In a hushed voice, she told me something I never expected:<\/p>\n