Bloom Salon In Arlington Heights Il Novels & Stories

I greet and shake the other woman's hand also. Before we sat down she stares at me from head to toe which is really uncomfortable. As I am readying myself to ask her a question she already starts talking. "I'm Karen Reynolds. I am one of the top coordinators of Bloomington Events. I'll go straight to the point Miss?" She looks at the woman beside her. "Hernandez." She murmured. "Right. Hernandez. We don't accept events that don't reach our standards and will boost our companies portfolio. Frankly our fee is expensive since we are at the top of this business and Your budget How much is it?"

Aria "Who would’ve thought a cruise ship had a whole-ass salon?" Lily’s jaw is practically on the floor as she gawks at the sparkly sign of the salon. "I swear, it’s magnificent." I nod, pretending not to feel my bank account screaming. But then reality hits. "But, uh, guys... this salon looks hella expensive." Mia just scoffs and waves her hand like she’s Beyoncé or something. "Puh-lease. Whatever the cost, we got you. You’re getting that blonde back, and you’re gonna look hot as hell while we do it."

Somira smirked and walked out of the room with Lawrence walking right behind her and admiring her looks from behind. *************************** The weather was cool enough, though it was afternoon already. They arrived at a beauty salon where Lawrence ordered for a change of hair style for his future bride, the mother of his unborn baby. Thereafter, they made their way to a stylist boutique which was well arranged and resigned to it's peak, and with lots of beautiful designers displayed in hangers and in shelves, to the view of potential customers. "Hey! This place looks extremely expensive...!" Somira relaesed to Lawrence as she got a glimpse of the flashy place. "I know I love good stuff,

It was a single line of stark white text on a pitch – black background. LIQUIDATION INCOMPLETE. PHASE FOUR INITIATED. Attached to the text was a low – resolution, grainy photograph. I watched the blood drain from Lolita’s beautiful face. The photo was taken from far away. It looked right through the wet windows of the Dorchester gala from last night. It was a picture of us standing on the terrace. I was holding her, entirely captivated, completely unaware we were being hunted. And in the bottom corner of the image, digitally stamped in blood – red ink, were GPS coordinates pointing directly to this building. To Sovereign Bloom Capital.

I grabbed my mug and headed upstairs to change before the fake domestic bliss choked me. Lani’s salon was tucked between a corner bakery and a bright bodega, but once you stepped inside, it was like walking into a P*******t board: It had glossy white floors, gold-framed mirrors, shelves of perfectly arranged hair products, and the faint smell of coconut oil and fresh coffee. It was a big place and there were a handful of staff working on clients. And there was Lani with her chocolate skin that was glowing under the morning light. She was such a beautiful black woman, her waist-length box braids were pulled into a high ponytail that made her look like a queen.

The kitchen lights shone on the sparkling kitchen tiles of brown and creamy colours. I leant against the kitchen wall nearest to me with my eyes fixated on the oven. I silently prayed for a good week. Jamie and I had not been getting jobs except for the ones we got in our mini photo studio. The money realized from these photoshoot sessions were barely enough to feed ourselves. We were fast running out of funds and within a short time, we might go broke. During the previous year, Jamie and I were able to save up some money to rent a nice apartment. It was simple, yet classy. We got a room in the busy heart of Los Angeles which served as our photo studio. Though we were living just fine, there

He is looking at her when he says it, not at the Mall. She looks back at the Mall and says nothing and lets it sit exactly where it lands. On a Thursday evening Lily takes her for drinks in Adams Morgan (a diverse, eclectic neighborhood in northwest Washington D.C., known for its international restaurants, music venues, and mix of cultures — the name comes from two elementary schools, John Quincy Adams and Thomas P. Morgan, that were among the first to integrate in D.C.), just the two of them, which Valentina suspects was Lily's idea and not Ethan's suggestion.

I walked careworn past the living room and went straight to my room, and surprisingly, when I got there I found about a couple of strangers in the room, standing as I walked in. They turned and faced me immediately after I opened the door. " Good day, ma'am" they sang in unison with a bow. They were three young ladies and a middle-aged woman. I paused by the door and looked at them, feeling confused. " who... Are you people?" I inquired, wondering what they were doing in my room. " We are from Beauty Blush salon and boutiques, ma'am. And we've been ordered by Mr. Cobain to primp you up." The more aged lady said and I couldn't help but become more surprised.

[A week later] Patricia walked into a salon, holding her black medium size bag. It was the first time she was going there, and Ailee recommended it. Immediately as she stepped in, a staff came from and bowed her head. “Welcome to the luxury salon. Paradise for hair. Your satisfaction is our priority.” “I want to restyle my hair.” Patricia said.

The ceiling was like that of a warehouse, with exposed steel supports painted black, and hanging in the entry of the salon, was a modern chandelier of five plastic circles of florescent pink. Past an arch entry that led into the main salon, were more than a dozen chairs of clear plastic like those in the entry, sitting before a wall of windows, each with small workstations holding large mirrors for the patrons to see their new styles. Some of the chairs were occupied with clients having their hair done; fingernails painted, or makeup applied. Beyond the chairs were four closed, frosted glass doors with the initial R in them. Sandra felt very much out of place among the elegant women wearing