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He knew the amount of beauty that was hidden beneath that cloak. "You're right," Ophelia answered, after letting her eyes sway to the left. "And since when did you have silver hair? The last time I saw you, you were a redhead," Alpha Caden pointed out, although Ophelia still looked good like this. She was beautiful in everything. Ophelia rose to her feet and removed her wig immediately, showing him her growing hair, making the man narrowed his eyes as if he was thinking about something that had to do with her. He had never seen any woman with a short hair before.

My golden tresses were now down to my shoulders in wild, unruly curls that constantly got in my eyes. I caught the hair tie in the air and hurriedly threw my hair up into a high messy bun on top of my head. “Thanks Lila, still not use to the length.” “What are your orders Alpha?” Beta Macaulay asked from the Alphas right as he took off his shirt and kicked his shoes off.

I don’t even have concealer if there was. I curl my hair into loose, semi‑bouncy waves. I’ve never managed to recreate the perfect spirals Alice pulled off at the castle, but this is passable. I brush the curls through with my fingers and pin back the two front sections so my face is clear and the rest can fall down my back.

Alissa hadn’t felt the loss, not having a connection with Luca, she wondered what he’d been doing for her memories to be so sparse of him. The girls below moved onto discussing how their hair should be for the ceremony. Alissa imagined them doing her hair as she pinned her slightly straggly hair from her face in a half up-half down fair. She mimed hair curlers as if she had some to change her waves into beautiful loose curls. Upon seeing that the imaginary curlers had done nothing, Alissa sighed and pinned her hair into a full updo, creating the curls she wished she could create with the pins she’d managed to pick up around the house. “That looks lovely, I’m a genius!” she heard Natalie excl

I had barely seen Ava, it was more or less like she was intentionally avoiding me and nothing gave me greater joy than that. "A—-and I am done." Alexia spun my clair and I beheld an image. Silver crescent's Luna stared right into my eyes. I had become her. My hair was neatly styled in a royal updo and loose tendrils fell on either side of my face. The upbeat was light and it highlighted all my facial features, my lips looked a little bit pouty and dripped with fire red. Alexia had taken her time to highlight my cheekbones and nose to make it look very pointy.

We continued in utter silence, until the 6th floor, then Dan suddenly nudged me. I frowned at him but didn’t say anything. “Look at her,” Dan whispered to me. “Curly hair just like Alice’s.” I rolled my eyes at him. “It’s beautiful right?” He asked me, as if he couldn’t read that I didn’t give a damn about this lady’s hair, or even Alice’s. He took out his phone and nudged me again. “What?” I asked him, clearly sounding annoyed. He showed me a picture of Alice. She was either sleeping or pretending to sleep on his lap with her curly black hair sprawled all over him.

Rose entered followed by two she wolves. As Alice and I sat down the hairdressers got to work on our hair. Alice was going for a hair up style, her dress was an off the shoulder, so she wanted everything to compliment it, everything down to the jewelry she chose. I however chose to have a small beehive with the rest of my blonde hair flowing in curls. I had this whole look planned in my head and knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until it was just how I envisioned it. Goddess help me on my wedding day if I’m this picky now.

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

He even saw a Christmas photo of his family, and she took a while staring at his mother who she would just see from afar back in high school. “Your hair’s now done, Miss Timothee,” the hairstylist, Darla, said before motioning for the mirror for her to look at herself. She snapped at what she was thinking before smiling the moment she was finally able to process how she looked. Her hair was tied in a hairstyle that Darla told her to be a Gibson Tuck Braided Bun style since she said that it matched the shape of her face well. She also had heavier makeup than usual, but it was nothing overwhelming. In fact, it even looked good, and she liked it herself.

I’m not usually this picky, but tonight I’m in a strange mood. And then I see her. Alice. She’s twenty-five. Her profile photo is taken from the chest up. She’s blonde, and her hair’s up in a scruffy bun, with lots of strands tumbling around her face. She’s wearing tasteful makeup, and she’s laughing at whoever is taking the photo, revealing that her front teeth are slightly bigger, which makes her look cute. She has dark-blue eyes and a mole on her left cheekbone, and she looks intelligent and classy. She’s wearing a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a playing card bearing the Queen of Hearts.