Novel & Cerita Blonde With Root Smudge

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror as I poise to swipe some gloss on my lips. Wow. I think because she’s got to be be of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen. She was a true blonde, not the one that came out a bottle you could tell, the strange part was the dark roots almost black that gave way to waves of blonde tresses. She washes her hands and her eyes lift momentarily, blue, bright. I blinked and dabbed my lips a few times before rolling my lips to spread the gloss around. Then I added some more and capped the lid back.

Mark added as we began the long drive back to Otterville Falls. “Are you kidding me?” I knew he was just saying that to get my goat. But I couldn’t help but remember the strange man’s office. “He had three inches of dark roots!” Mark grinned at me. “Maybe he’s looking for a new stylist.? They can be hard to find, a lot like an OB-GYN.” I snorted. “His hair was shoulder length, half of it was bleach blonde and the other half almost black. He had a life size cut out of his son who was in college and he sang while he walked.”

Somebody asked beside me. I forced a smile on my face and looked at them. "It isn't." I replied as I looked at them. "Thank you." They smiled back, and suddenly, colors started appearing around them. They were a girl with dirty blonde hair that flowed down to her shoulders. She looked a little pale with a distinct scent of disinfectants around her. She had glistening pink eyes and long eyelashes. "Hm? Is something wrong?"

It was a gorgeous yellow, ultra-short paired with a black- Mary Jane platform heels and silver-heart choker, she let her auburn hair dry and slightly curled it in beach curls, she wore a black turban to finish of the look and applied make-up. Obviously, she’s not contented, it’s her first date after all with a man she liked, not just with other man whom the organization command her to date for a show, so she’s looking for Blanche to give her advice. She fished her phone from her pouch and call Blanche. “Blanche!” But to her dismay, it’s not Blanche who answered the call. “Hello? Is this Misha? Misha! It’s me, Moss.” She stopped on whatever she’s doing and frown. “Where’s Blanche?”

her father said while standing and ushering her over to us. I swept my hand through my hair expecting her to blush again, but she didn’t. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a woman slinking towards the front door. She was a beautiful mixed-race woman, with dark hair that was dyed purple at the ends. It swept over to the side and loose curls framed her face, while the other side was shaved short.

I kept wondering, what if it's a full moon today, I'm sure I'll have a hard time. "You still lack of practice," I replied with a smile. I saw how annoyed they were at what I said. Now I can see the woman's eyebrows meet. The man looked at me badly. In fact, they look like actors. Maybe that's the reason why people here don’t suspect that they are rouges. The woman has brown hair. Her nose was sharp and his skin is also pale. Meanwhile the man supporting him had a cut on his eyebrow. He is bald and his obviously soaked in the gym because of the size of his body.

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.

Levi smiles and waves at me while Mina glares at me as she takes a sip from her special smoothie. Mina has medium brown hair that goes slightly past her shoulders with fringe bangs, a full face of makeup, and hazel eyes. Mina has a model body and is on the taller side. I’m sure she could be a model if she wanted to. She isn’t bad looking, but nothing about her feels natural. Without all the makeup and designer clothes, I have a feeling she would be more average than the bombshell she creates for the world.

Then, his thumb stopped. He pulled a specific card from the pile. It was a photo of a woman in a vibrant, fiery red wig that flowed over her shoulders. Her makeup was heavy, designed to hide her features under the harsh club lights, but the bone structure was unmistakable. The way her eyes held a hint of defiance even in a static photo caught his breath.

) She was actually very beautiful she was black and he had short hair her makeup was on point natural unlike Mrs Rosie over there but the dressing was quite similar she was wearing a very tight skirt that barely covered anything the shirt was no better it was see through. 'So cosa sto facendo.' blondy says to her friend. I was just sitting listening to them even though I had no idea what they were saying. They could be planning my death and I'm just sitting here smiling. (I know what I'm doing.) Blondy then turns to me and smiles but I'm no idiot I know that smile was fake. 'Well everyone one here wears the same size well... Everyone but you.' she says eying me up and down and there was a gl