Novel & Cerita Bleaching Hair Twice In One Day

Every two days without washing, the hair is sticky, itchy, and tingling like lice crawling on the head. Finished bathing. Conveniently crumple clothes, put a little soap, wash quickly. Hook it up to the clothesline, it'll be dry tomorrow morning by the wind. Daisy left her hair disheveled, a towel slung over her shoulders, ignoring the running water. Continue to eat. "Blow-dry your hair." Plum said to Daisy. Daisy raised her face and pointed to her mouth, which meant "busy eating." “Using a hair dryer isn’t good for the hair.. The weather is windy, the hair is almost dry on its own, less damaged.” Daisy gestured. The man waited for Daisy to open her mouth to speak.

The moment the water touched her scalp, Lily let out a soft moan. Relief. My chest tightened. Something so simple… something so basic… felt like luxury to her. And it hurt. Because this was temporary. We moved back to the vanity chairs. "Do you want to trim your hair," the stylist asked gently, "or do you have a style in mind?" Lily looked at me again. I shook my head softly. "It’s your hair. What do you want?" She hesitated, then touched it slowly. "It’s… soft." "You should be washing it at least three times a week," the stylist said. "It’s too beautiful to neglect like this."

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

Too many. As I mixed the dye, my hands shaking slightly with anger, I couldn’t help but replay the events of the past few days in my mind. Mr. Black’s leering gaze, his disgusting proposition. Edwin’s well-meaning but overbearing interference. And now this—having to dye my hair yet again to avoid even more discrimination. I sectioned off the silver streak and began applying the dye, the chemical smell making my nose wrinkle.

Taking into account the two-hour time difference, I could be home by midnight. I took my time cleaning the yacht, wiping every surface, washing the bathtub, the toilet and the basin. I would wash the shower later when I showered before my flight. I vacuumed the carpets and then the bed. It might sound extreme, but you could lose up to a hundred hair follicles each day. I knew there was no chance of me being a suspect here, since they already had their suspect in custody. They wouldn’t even bother to look any further.

His hands are still behind his head and damn it, my gaze goes straight back to his stomach. “Can you not lay like that.” I blurt out. Shit. Where did that come from? “Huh.” He looks confused but doesn’t move. Okay, it’s on me to get a grip. I distract myself by sitting at my dresser and brushing my long hair. Should I fix it in a high ponytail or straighten it? At the moment it’s a mangle of curls bordering on dreadlocks. I’m crap at brushing my hair. Forgot to mention that. Usually I grab it and stick it up in a pony or a messy bun. It usually only gets brushed when I wash it. Which is only once a week. I used to wash it daily but my hairdresser told me that it’s so bad because I’m strippin

"My hair's fine. It's always like this." Jessie stepped forward, running her fingers lightly through Beauty's hair before pulling back with a look of exaggerated disapproval. "Fine? No, no, no. This won't do at all. You need a haircut. A slay one before the reunion, which is in two days, for crying out loud!" Beauty frowned, stepping back defensively. "What's wrong with my hair? My mom gave me a haircut before they left for vacation. It's perfectly fine." Jessie gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her hips. "Your mom cuts your hair? Beauty, you're not five years old! You need a professional to handle this, not your mother."

“It’s part of the process, sir, I swear.” “Then why does she look like she’s in pain?” Nathan’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t sitting back with his arms crossed anymore. His hands were on the armrests, ready to act. “It’s true what he said,” Tessa said, taking a deep breath, holding back her tears. “Bleaching does hurt, but don’t worry. You’ll get what you want.” “I need this chemical on her hair for at least thirty minutes,” the stylist said, alternating glances between Tessa and Nathan.

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I grinned as I typed in a reply. Nina : Thanks for visiting me! I'm looking forward to that too! I then added three airplane emojis next to my reply. I laughed out loud as his next message switched informally. Me and Regina has been teasing him these past few days about his airport-like forehead. He's currently experiencing hair loss after a severe allergy from a black shampoo. His scalp was deeply affected, hence the excessive fall off of his hair. Next week, he's scheduled for a hair transplant to treat his balding head.