Blonde Highlights With Brown Lowlights Novels & Stories

Now I gathered it in one fist and reached for the scissors I found in the washroom cabinet. The first cut made a chunk of dark hair fell into the sink. But Lucian wasn't a brunette, he was blonde. I immediately grabbed the dye and spray tan he usually kept around to beam his highlights. I sprayed, poured, and dried in until my brown tips turned greyish yellow. "The sink..." I went to his bathroom and turned the tap on, washing the dye off my hands with a squirt of make-up removal. "Next, the styling."

Like a dare wrapped in cotton. I ran my fingers through my hair for the tenth time, combing through the soft waves that curled over my shoulders. I’d brushed and rebrushed it until it gleamed, tumbling down like a honeyed waterfall. Same shade as Mom’s, a healthy, golden brown that always caught light just right. It made my sea-blue eyes stand out more, especially with a little mascara and the tiniest shimmer of gloss. I wasn’t dressing for anyone. Not really. Except maybe I was.

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

His Exalted High-and-Mightiness waltzed into the hall with his signature lopsided smile on his face, looking radiating in that all-black tuxedo that hugged his body to perfection. Have we ever mentioned Andre Lourdes’ hair? Just like Colleen, his hair—which he took his oh, very sweet time taking care of—was dark brown long locks, the kind models in vogue magazines usually kept. Whether he was trying to get an invite to be the front page cover of a magazine, one wouldn’t know. But that brown shoulder-length hair which he always left bouncing over his head, was packed in a messy low bun tonight heightening the whole audacious look.

Trying to look like someone else. I wear the blonde wig that's really long. I arrange the hairline and I'm good to continue, I curl the strands of the blonde hair. Once I'm through, I comb out the curls to turn into waves and I already look different. Blonde is always a killer look. I apply make up, thick and heavy, and it fits my complexion. After successfully putting on the blue contacts and thick eyelashes, I apply red lipstick to top the look. God, I look different. Wild and ready to party and have sex. That's the look. I run my fingers through the waves and flash a smile at my reflection. I spent another minute covering Asa's hickeys and every of his marks.

"This… statement. We are getting rid of this. Immediately." I laugh softly to myself. In three, maybe four days, the blue will be back. It’s like a birthmark. Nothing I do can get rid of it. I sit silently through the next four hours as my head is washed, scrubbed, massaged, and then aggressively dyed a uniform, perfectly innocuous shade of light brown. The blue fights back, turning the water a pale, stubborn teal, but Marco is a professional mercenary. He wins by turning my blue highlights blonde.

Winter asked. "Sure," Miranda said. … At the hair salon, the stylist gestured toward the mirror. "Ms. Jefferson, if you want to try something bold, how about this light blue color? It's luminous and will look gorgeous on you. The galaxy purple also suits you. It'll make you look unique and mysterious." Winter couldn't decide. "Mimi, help me pick a color?" Miranda browsed through the samples before pointing at a particular color. "How about this ash brown color? It's distinctive without being too flashy."

With my side swept bangs, it would look more sophisticated without trying. I didn't really want to color my hair, but she also suggested that I can get a few highlights, so she gave me some ash blondes here and there. It's barely noticeable now, but if I am out in the sun, it will be more visible. I like it. It's a big change for me. I mean, this whole thing is a total makeover.

"It has gotten lighter since the last time you were here." From where in my family I have no idea, because everyone has dark hair. I did too, until I messed with it last year and put some highlights in it. Now I want it to be completely dark again, so it looks like I'm going to have to fix the mistake I made. "I know." I sigh. "I like the dark brown you put in it last time, but instead of all highlights, can we go with some darker lowlights this time, too?" "Do you trust me?" She flips me around.

"If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights." If it was any customer other than Sue, I wouldn't be so open with my assessment. But Sue was my very first customer over five years ago. We know each other very, very well. In her late fifties, she is spunky and fun. I want to be her when I grow up. "I think Quincy's right," Geni says, winking at me. She always backs me up when it comes to Sue's disastrous ideas. "Highlights and lowlights are the way to go. They'll be beautiful on you."