“Here, we’re done,” Clarissa said, placing her chin on my shoulder as her eyes met mine in the mirror. She had spent the last few minutes styling my hair, and there was something strangely comforting about having her do it for me. Maybe because it reminded me of when I was younger and Mom used to sit me between her knees and do my hair. For a moment, through Clarissa, I could almost feel Mom’s fingers running through my hair once again. I stared at my reflection for a second, taking it all in, and I had to admit, it looked… perfect. She had styled my hair into a soft and elegant half-up hairstyle, gathering the front sections away from my face while leaving the rest flowing freely down my back in loose, gentle waves. A few delicate strands had been left around my face, framing my features softly, while small pearl-like pins were tucked into the gathered section. A small smile slowly spread across my lips as my eyes met her warm hazel eyes in the mirror. “It’s so lovely.” I touche
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