He paused for a moment to take in the room.
There was a big mirror off to one side, and a large assortment of makeup, an open closet full of clothes...apparently girl Jon was a clothes horse...and a collector of many different types of shoes.
He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, and realized he looked like a younger version of the woman downstairs...or at least enough to prove they were related.
"What's taking you so long?" Tiffany said, coming in. "Your hair is fine."
"I was just...thinking."
"About what?" Tiffany asked.
