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He then looked at me, slowly rising at my level. He touched my hair, slipping his fingers through its strands. “You look beautiful. I hope you did not do it for me, or other guys, but for yourself. Anyhow, you still look beautiful with your old hairstyle, even if you’re bald or with greying hair. Your beauty shines from within you, Lee.” I remained speechless, butterflies in my belly flapping erratically. He pulled his shirt off, still making me gasp every time I saw these rock-hard abs. My fingers itched to touch.

Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, with a few stray curls framing her face, and she wore a dainty silver necklace with a small heart charm that bounced with every step. Lena’s style was effortlessly bold yet minimalist. She wore a fitted black jumpsuit with cut-out shoulders, paired with sleek combat boots that made her appear both stylish and intimidating. Her low-cut hairstyle only added to her fierce, confident look, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. She was understated, powerful—a perfect balance to Cassidy’s brightness.

I admired how long it had gotten for a second then threw it back over my shoulder again. “I miss my straightener,” I said patting my hair down looking in our mirror. “Please, I wish my hair wasn’t so straight,” Callie swatted my hand away from my hair, “Most girls would kill to have hair as easy as yours. You never have to style it, it’s all-natural.” “It’s nice to have options,” I said glancing one more time at my reflection in the mirror. “Then braid it,” Cal laughed, opening the door, “But whatever you do make it fast cuz I’m hungry.” I gave up on my hair and followed her out the door.

"You have no idea how much it cost me just to get that serum. Getting one item from the black market is hard enough, let alone two." The door opened and a second team of stylists entered the room. One of the assistants motioned Zea to have a seat in the recliner chair, which she did without hesitation."So, what sort of treatments do you have for me today?" she asked. "We're going to cut your hair a little shorter, straighten out your wavy curls. Darken up your highlights and give you a little bit of bangs on the side. To make you look more young... like a teenager."

“What do you wanna do with your hair?” “Oh, I don’t know,” I pulled at a stray curl. “It’s such a pain to deal with I’ll probably just braid it back off my face.” Loren scoffed with a hand to her chest. “That would not compliment my work! How about I straighten it for you? Maja and Pietha left some products for us.”

He settled on a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, completing the look with a pair of shiny black shoes. He meticulously styled his hair in a way that exuded an air of intimidating confidence. Each strand was carefully placed to create a look that was both edgy and bold, with just the right amount of rebelliousness. he ran his hand through his hair and felt a sense of power coursing through his veins. The style he had chosen was a statement, one that said he was not to be underestimated.

My mom said and I sighed as I climbed down the last step, my eyes focused on each step so I wouldn't fall. " God, I hate heels," I said and heard a familiar chuckle. I looked up and found Nate standing there looking sexy as hell in a white tuxedo! He always said he hated white because it made him look like chalk and his platinum blond hair didn't help matters. I had agreed with him when he said white doesn't suit him but today, I totally disagree. His hair was slicked back as usual but with a very fresh undercut, this time that looked like it was created for him.

Zayn suddenly felt a chill running down his spine when he locked his gaze with those dark eyes. That look was so terrifying! When Zayn looked over again, Ambrose's head was lowered to drink milk. Illusion! It must be! Zayn eagerly shook his recently dyed hair. Larissa saw his silver hair and let out an indescribable expression. Zayn, noticing Larissa staring at him, subconsciously flicked his hair. "How's my new hairstyle?" Larissa uttered honestly, "Very ugly." The air was filled with a moment of profound silence.

She replied the teen. "Yeah, but I don't have curls, my own hair is straight and won't curl no matter how hard I try." The girl complained. Well, she and Mila were almost the same height. Mila leaned down slightly, "Some things, you can not change. You just have to accept it as it is because that is what makes you beautiful. I stopped trying to get my hair straight when I discovered that, me, in straight hair, is a completely different person. Your straight hair is what makes you beautiful, ok?" Mila went in full time big sis mode.

In her place stood someone both new and familiar—hair loose around her shoulders, face barely made up, eyes bright with nervous anticipation. She’d spent hours deciding what to wear, finally settling on what felt most authentically her—ripped jeans, a simple black tank top, and the leather jacket she’d found in a vintage store last week. Not the same as the one Duke had given her all those years ago, but similar enough to feel like a statement. Sandy’s Yamaha waited outside, her borrowed helmet hanging from the handlebars. Taking it had been a last-minute decision, a symbolic choice. She’d arrive under her own power, on her own terms.