Sometimes Reagan felt like she was destined for a big city. Somewhere she could thrive and claw her way to the top and be the kind of success her former classmates would envy. But... she found she couldn't quite pull away from Point Pleasant. She had tried, during and directly after college, but here she was. She had a business of her own and a home and it felt like that was that. Besides, Reagan was still a success, and she hadn't needed to claw her way anywhere in Point Pleasant. Moving now seemed inconceivable.
She took the card Jaime offered and gave it a once over before slipping it into her purse. "I've got plenty of space," Reagan said. "But I'll give you a call and we can set up a time for you to come over." If she was any good, Reagan would tell her mother about her. Veronica loved a good pampering and she tipped ridiculously well.