Aunt Beauty Salon Novels & Stories

Jack's Pov~ I stood in the guest bathroom staring at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened to me. I wasn’t even five hours into this house, and my head was a mess. Bella Aunt Bella wasn’t the woman I remembered from childhood. She wasn’t the scattered, soft-voiced mom figure who baked too many cookies at family gatherings and hugged everyone too long. She was… different now. Older, yes. But stronger. Sharper. More… feminine. Everywhere. In her posture, in her eyes, in the way she carried herself like she’d lived several lives since I last saw her.

Angelo gulp in nervousness as he knows he can’t escape his fate. A staff greeted them when they were finally inside the beauty salon. Mark’s mother then automatically went to the counter with- Angelo following behind her. She then instructed one of the beauty salon staff on what she wanted to be done- to her daughter-in-law. After giving some instruction- she then motioned for her daughter-in-law to move beside her. “This is my daughter-in-law, Aimie, and I want to have her do a complete make-over. I hope you can exceed my expectation.” Mark’s mother placed her hands on Angelo’s shoulders as she tried to give suggestions- on the look she wanted her daughter-in-law to have.

"Look what's going on, Nadya, the slut choose a rich man as her target," said someone from our behind immediately caught our attention. Nadya and I saw her. She was a middle-aged woman with a messy hairstyle. She looked fierce. "Auntie..." Nadya said while she separated her hands from my grip. "So, she is your aunt, Nadya?" I asked Nadya. "Yes, this is my aunt. Her name is Gerda."

Why was I so unlucky? “Ellie! Wow! You’ve grown hotter, girl!” exclaimed Alecia the moment she walked into the house. We hugged like long-lost friends, and I blushed at the attention. “That’s what we’ve been telling her. I wanted her to try out a few dresses from my boutique, but she keeps declining,” said Aunt Carol, their mom. Her husband, Jason Seeger, was my mom’s oldest brother and looked after the family's architectural firm. Aunt Carol was a fashion designer whose designer label Bella Aura, was quite popular in Beacon.

She laughed. "Tell me, I wanna laugh too." "This one is funny. We met in my salon. Well, my Barber's shop. I got a call from my worker about a complaining customer. Guess what I saw when I went?" "Tell me!" I exclaimed. "A funny haircut!" She laughed hysterically. "I apologized at first, but then I couldn't help but laugh. It was so awkward he walked angrily out of my salon." Aunt Amber, owned the biggest salon in wilmslow. Well, cousin Candice told me so because she lived in a neighboring town. Aunt Amber was a successful fashion designer that owned a salon and a boutique at the age of twenty one. I wanna be young and rich like this woman.

I quickly followed her into the building. I am my own boss. I own a beauty shop where you can get anything done—hair, nails, lash extensions, makeup—literally everything. Putting this business together was not an easy feat...this building right here is my second baby...cause Aria will always come first. I walked inside and found Aria in the arms of her second favorite person in the world— according to her, although that position can change anytime. "Mummy, Aunty Patty is going to style my hair for me and we are going to have a manicure and pedicure session, just the two of us," Aria announced beaming at her Aunty Patty.

A silence louder than the train stretched among us, and I felt like I had pushed a bit too far, until my Aunt broke the silence. “We plan to do that, “ she began, then looked around the table like she wanted confirmation before continuing, “None of them or you are responsible for what others have done.” What she said is true. I've met the brothers, despite our business deal, and spoken briefly to their grandmother. They seem like friendly people, though they have greedy people around them. Pa's voice pulls me out of my daze. “We will make things right in due time.” Nodding in agreement, Mom said, “ Yes.” She looked down at her hands on her lap. “ I wish I knew what happened to my daughter.”

(she said using a super sweet voice and a cheery accent) Aunt Hilda: (taken by surprise, had herself jerk out from swimming in Allen's memories while she was sitting in the sofa) Kelsea: (gave Aunt a big hug before having Aunt scrutinize by her) Oh, Auntiee you are too young to be like this. Look at your hair, it needs a salon treatment and your clothes. You definitely need to fix yourself up. This isn't us. This isn't you. You and I will go shopping. No buts Auntiee. Me: (gawked at Kelsea's straight forwardness although I was quite used to it) Aunt Hilda: (had wanted to argue but was ultimately swayed by my sister with her dragging Aunt towards her bedroom, I supposed and had no other choic

I didn't care about him. My aunt own the shop building but she had a couple of stores including the one we are occupying and the other store are all rented out. There's Ijeoma, she is a young lady that sales baking ingredients . There's also confidence, the same age as me and she own a makeup shop too. We also have Elsa, who served as our cashier. "Aren't you tired, Estonia? That was a heavy lifting you did back there," aunt said referring to the drawing and the stand that I carried out from the workshop.

He nodded profusely and I turned around to not deal with the awkwardness I could feel in the air, a little bit surprised however, when I felt a small smile creeping on my features as I walked away, hearing Wills chuckles in the background. I knocked on the grey doors, immediately hearing my Aunts voice, “Come in!” I walked in the glass office one that had an incredible view of LA, everything either silver or whites, even the comfy chairs. My Aunt put down her reading glasses at the sight of me, a wide smile on her face, getting up to her full height as she walked around her desk towards me. The spitting image of Britney if she was slightly order and more defined with a little more grace and