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Alyssa said, driving with one hand, “I can’t let you lock yourself away in the hospital. If this keeps up, I’m sure you’ll go crazy.” “I just feel like leaving Liam for too long isn’t a good idea.” “He’s a grown man, and an Alpha. Trust me, he can last a few hours without you. Besides, I’m sure he’ll be happier seeing you come back with a glowing face, not looking as tired as a patient,” she said, glancing at me briefly. I couldn’t hold back a small laugh. Alyssa was indeed talkative, but her words held truth. The luxury salon downtown smelled of lavender. As soon as we entered, the staff greeted Alyssa with utmost respect—it was obvious they already knew her.

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“We’re fixing that.” A few minutes later, she parked outside a cute little salon with hanging flower pots at the entrance and a chalkboard sign that read Moonlight Nails - Walk-ins Welcome! in pink letters. The windows were decorated with fairy lights, and there was a soft lavender scent in the air as we stepped inside. The place was small but cozy. A soft pop song played in the background, and the walls were painted a calming lilac. Two nail techs stood behind the counter, both smiling as we walked in.

The pack laws were different here, and she now had choices. “I’ve never had wine before,” Electra admitted as she sat in the comfortable black salon chair with lime green accents. The same black and white theme continued in this part of the salon. Lime green lights ran along the edge of the ceiling and shined out from behind the mirrors. There were six stations with three hair washing stations. In the center of the room were eight black plush chairs with lime green piping. At the back was a hall with private rooms. “Well, then, we should start with a blush,” Mallory said, opening the wine fridge under the counter along the front wall. Grabbing two glasses, she went and sat in the chair acros

The salon wasn't full, but the few hairdressers and clients that were going about their business all turned to stare at Logan. Linda, who was in the midst of combing someone's hair, was the only one who paid him no mind. Charlotte stepped inside too. "Linda..." "Charlotte," Linda said, glancing at her. "You're right on time." Logan went up to the reception and spoke with the woman there. She looked just as flabbergasted as everyone. "Is that Logan Hamilton?" whispered a teenager to another. The two were getting their nails done. Once the other confirmed that it was, in fact, Logan Hamilton, they turned to look at Charlotte up and down.

She stood and walked toward her bedroom with measured steps, refusing to look back at the tableau of Cossy still draped possessively over Theo's chair. --- At Sophia's Salon on Elm Street, the afternoon air was thick with the scent of hair products and the gentle hum of blow dryers. Gina sat in the styling chair while Sophia, the owner, worked magic with her dark hair. "You have such beautiful hair," Sophia commented, running her fingers through the freshly cut layers. "Your boyfriend is going to love this." "Thank you," Gina smiled, pulling out her phone to send Ryan a quick text. "Getting my hair done at Sophia's Salon on Elm Street, see you later!"

"Okay. I'll see you later." Quickly tidying my books, I shove everything into my backpack before rushing to the bathroom. I only had thirty minutes to shower, eat something, and do my makeup. It isn't my lucky day today. The only day that I decided I was too lazy to shower in the morning, Leah invites me to hangout. We drove to a nail salon nearby our favorite frozen yogurt place so we could walk over after getting our nails done. The place was called Jackie's Beauty Salon and it was owned by one of the student's parents from our school.

“Yep, I’m down for seeing where this goes until he gets on my nerves. Who knows? I might retire the brother from my book altogether if he keeps this feeling, he does to me up. He got me in here like a college girl.” “Yeah Zion, probably because he’s still in college his damn self. Talk about robbing the cradle.” We both laughed and shared a couple of jokes before heading over to Bawse’s Mix on the southeast side of the suburbs. Bawse’s Mix was an all-in-one salon that Zion’s college buddy owned. There you could get the full body treatment; massage, hair, nails, facial, and make-up done in less than 3 hours. Appointments were tight, and the treatment was expensive, but it was well worth it. E

After sweating it out in the gym for an hour, Ambrose showered, changed clothes, and left amidst the gym owner's eager farewells and a few trainers' envious glares. He then went to a men's beauty salon on the mall's third floor. Larissa attempted to follow but was stopped by a receptionist. "I'm sorry, miss. We only serve male clients here," the receptionist explained with a smile. She felt uneasy. A men-only place? Could it be that something was wrong with this place? She called Macsen, "Get here in ten minutes. Or you won't get any medicine from me again!" After rushing over, Macsen exclaimed, "What? You want me to follow Mr. Hamilton?"

That woman can be so frustrating. So we spent a large chunk of the morning, shopping and getting massages in a very expensive spa. Harriet made sure to sort all bills on our behalf, she claimed she was only doing her job as a best friend. We are currently heading into a huge female salon because she wants to take out her Crotchet and fix twenty-two inches, human hair. Guess who gave her the money for it? The hair salon is a wide-open space of mirrors and comfortable leather chairs that swivelled around. The floor was black tiled probably to hide stains and the walls are a brilliant white with spray-painted graffiti art.