The sun had barely risen above the George Washington Bridge when Maggie and Le made their way to an empty salon that morning. The orange glow from the salon’s large windows spilled into the quiet and empty streets of Fort Lee; an unusual occurrence for any commuter city around early morning rush hour. By the time I had arrived, with a camera in hand and a large cup of coffee in the other, these two lovebirds were ready to take New York City by storm.
