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She applied a subtle, luminous shimmer to Emily’s skin, enhancing the sharp intelligence of her eyes. "What of the tresses?" Leena’s assistant asked, reaching for the shears. "No," Leena laughed softly. "The instructions were explicit. No blades, no elaborate braids. Just a touch of oil to catch the light." "Explicit?" Emily asked, surprised. "Your Alpha is quite possessed by your natural state, Ma'am. He told me he loves the wildness of your hair and forbade me from changing it." Emily blushed deep crimson. Even her messy, unmanageable hair was a treasure to him.

I decided to let it be for the time being and continued at my waitressing job. Lane had gotten rave reviews during her December show and was asked to host one in our home town. She was ecstatic and caved when I offered to help her out. “I could actually use you as a model, your hair would be perfect,” she said, examining me. “I could give you some layers and add some caramel balayage” she rambled on. I entrusted my long hair to her, knowing that despite how she felt for me, she would never sabotage my hair. She was, in my opinion, one of the most talented hairstylists I had ever met. I had always acted as her mannequin growing up; she had given me countless haircuts and makeovers. There was

Havermouth, Present Time Talen took his time shampooing and then conditioning Aislen’s hair, using his fingers to comb the conditioner through and picking out little bits of debris, lining them up on the edge of the vanity like a record of Aislen’s travels. “There’s a ladybug somewhere,” Aislen was lulled almost to sleep. “You can add it to your hair trophies if you find it.” “You’re just randomly keeping bugs in your hair now?” Rhett asked from the bathroom door. His arms were filled with products, and he emptied them out onto the vanity. “Or are you practicing for when the kids bring home headlice?”

And Elice would make sure that her appearance would be enough to hide all her dark past. In the afternoon, after saying goodbye to Wilda, Elice went to the salon. She was determined to get rid of her black hair, which had been her pride and had often given her a natural, innocent look. Elice no longer wanted the label. At twenty-seven, she was no longer proud of it. She wanted to let it go, to exchange it for a new identity. Dark brown balayage was the color that now adorned Elice's hair. It gave her a sensual and elegant look that perfectly complemented her tanned Oceana skin tone.

Coleen bragged while her brows were knitting to the core. Celine reviewed all of the photos taken, and she was surprised a bit that she really looked fine. Her skin was glowing. Her hair was perfectly done as if it were cared for in a salon, because not even a single strand of hair was standing. The curls looked so properly done too, but it was her natural hair. She calmed down a bit, as the picture could even pass for pictures she could post on social media of how celebrities post pictures of them that smell expensive because of their aura.

"My, my. Isn't she a sight for sore eyes?" A proud smile curled Beth's lips. Of course she was. Sherlie was absolutely gorgeous. Where Beth's hair was somewhere in-between a cinnamon gold and honey blonde with natural darker roots, wavier than the usual 2b hair and weighty, Sherlie's hair was a golden blonde with just the right amount of waves. Where her face looked innocent and childlike and her slender body grew into a smooth hourglass, Sherlie's face looked mature and confident, paired with the body of a beautiful water creature. Where Sherlie's bottom was firm and cute, Beth's was... Well... Italian.

|ELENA’S POV| I spent the last four days watching YouTube videos on how to bleach my hair by continuously testing it out on the wigs that I brought with me when I traveled down to Orion but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it right so I ended up braiding my hair into a messy corn row, putting on a bald cap and trying to alter my hair color by installing one of my favorite blonde asymmetrical bob frontal wigs that I was going to use for Halloween.

"She mentioned a few things, but you could see how those things affected her. She said Catherina used to force her to dye her hair a different color." I laughed, "that's it? Devlin always dyed her hair blonde for some reason and then left her brown hair." "Devlin is a natural blonde." "That's not true," I said, "she's a brunette; she just only dyes it blonde because she likes the attention." "Well, I'm telling you now that she's a blonde."

After this, I may just give her the dress, as I would never be able to do the dress justice after seeing Rylee in it. Rylee did our hair and make-up. Rylee typically sported beautifully braided hair. However, for the event, Rylee decided to put her hair up in a low bun, using her braids to give it extra elegance. Rylee had curled my hair, choosing to keep the look simple, applying an intricate waterfall braid to make it more elegant. I was impressed with her ability to do our hair. It must be her surgical skills coming to play, as every braid was utter perfection.

Eleana explained, and then she realised what Savannah just said and asked her for an explanation. "It has to be a girl. She would be as awesome as her future Godmother." Savannah replied with a hair flip before slumping herself onto the bed. Eleana rolled her eyes before climbing onto the bed too. "Dream on. Wait a minute! Did you dye your hair?" Eleana asked, looking at her hair. Why didn't she notice it? She just went from blonde to brunette really quickly. What was wrong with her? How could she miss it when it should have been the first thing she notice after seeing her? Eleana sighed! It's all because of the stress she was going through.