Bloom Salon In Arlington Heights Il Novels & Stories

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

Ariel smiled remembering the day she had had it done, and how Dylan had smiled sweetly at her while she did the hair. "I don't remember. I think Draco & co?" The multitude of women that had gathered around her let out a big gasp. Ariel raised a brow. "Oh my God! Daco & Co?! That hair salon! Who charges tens of thousands of dollars for a hairdo? The Daco & Co?" "My! Ariel, you're so lucky! You get to make your hair where only celebrities go! I guess it comes with getting married to the Grey family!" "If I could merely wash my hair at that salon, I'd announce it to the whole world! You're so lucky!"

Of course, they knew who I was and I did not need to have an appointment to go up. As I entered the lobby of Bloom Legal's branch office, I was impressed by the interior design of the place. It was indeed an eye opener. Professional looking with modern furnishing. It was refreshing to see the soft color combination that was pleasing to the eyes. I did not expect much for a branch office. I wondered what the main office in Bloom City would look like.

Had I known the banshee was opening with me, I would do anything, like beat a homeless person so that I could go to jail for the day, in order to not be around her. "And you look like you're late to meet your pimp." I remark and together we walk inside. Creations is an elegant business. I do hair, men's and women's, nails, eyebrows and facials. With its three thousand square feet, it's almost double in size what most salons in this area are. I knew it was what I wanted due to the location and as soon as I obtained it, I changed the interior. Now it's all black and white with about ten chandeliers hanging three feet from the ceiling. There are twelve styling chairs, six pedicure/manicure stat

Claire explained. “Okay.” Blake made his way to the salon; surprisingly, it was doing very well. There were few parking spaces left, and he noticed a distinguished BMW. When they entered the salon, there was a squeal from the back of the room, and a woman with brunet tied in a bun hair, wearing glasses, and wearing an apron came running at Claire, hugging her.

She tossed my hip on the chair and began combing my hair. Other maids are in with new robes and make up. As my make up was applied. I remember when cyrene fought me over makeup. It made me chuckle. I was set. My honey skin brighter. Hair smooth and face creamy. I walked majestically to Dravon the table was set.

Now this is worrying, I pull out my phone and call his number and just like before there is no answer. Knowing that I can’t lose my cool, Cameron, Douglas, Randolf and I enter the salon. Douglas and Randolf stop just inside the door as I walk up to the reception counter with Cameron by my side, I press the bell and then we wait. It isn’t long before a young male comes out from the back and when he gets behind the counter he says, “Welcome to Elegant Moon, how may I help you?” “Yes his wife and my girlfriend came in here at around lunch, can you tell us whether they are still here?”

She laughs and nods her head in agreement. “ I don't suppose there is a single woman in this salon who hasn't noticed. He is the famous stylist and CEO Adam Arnault. And wherever he goes, a terribly good aroma lingers in the air. There is a bet going on who will be the lucky one to hook him tonight”, she confides.

Park asked. "I'm at the beauty salon, Ma'am!" I replied hesitantly. "Is there something wrong, Ma'am? I don't have a shift in the afternoon. Just the morning shift, Ma'am." "Which salon?" Ms. Park asked again, ignoring my question. "Vinorita Salon, Ma'am!" I replied, still unsure. Ms. Park fell silent. She probably wondered where I got the money to afford this expensive salon. "I'm coming there!" Ms. Park hung up, and in a flash, she appeared at the salon, standing in front of me with her stern face.

{ Anastasia } Monday mornings at Bloom Beauty are always the same. Everyone's going around the open-floor office, chattering about campaigns and new product drops while I sit inside my own private office trying not to lose my mind. I take a sip of my coffee and glance at my schedule for today. My early team meetings, a call with JG Models. And then, the post-it I added last week. 9:30 a.m. New hire orientation. Abraham Kent. "Agh. Right," I murmur, getting annoyed all over again.