Novel & Cerita Bubble Guppies Hair Salon

"You handle it however you see fit, Evelyn. Don't let random nobodies ruin your mood. Our salon is a luxury club, not a garbage dump." On the other end of the video call came Stellan's familiar voice, but his words sent a chill through my entire body. "You hear that, pauper? Stellan said I can handle it however I want." Evelyn Scott looked at me smugly, then snatched the phone from my hand before I could react and tossed it straight into a nearby bucket of water.

I really enjoyed my shopping, I don’t care about the money I’m wasting. But when I stared at the kid’s clothing section, I was suddenly sad. If my Cassey were still alive, I could also buy her clothes here and all the things she would’ve wanted— toys, dolls, and everything. I will give her everything she wants. If only she were still alive and with me right now. We went to one of the most popular salons that also offer massage services, foot spas, and hair and facial treatment. I curled my hair while I suggest a rebonded for Bianca's hair. We both had a manicure and a pedicure.

Zero squeezes my thigh. “There is a new salon that opened up near DJ's club a week back. We worked out a sweet deal with the owner, got our hair done for half the price, you and After are booked in for next week,” She says, smiling at me. “What? I don't want my hair cut,” My voice sounds extra rough as I say this for the millionth time. Venus and the girls have sent me messages this past month, most of it evolved around my hair. Venus rolls her eyes, “A little bit shorter won't kill you and she needs the business, you agreed last week on the group chat, Beggar.”

I climbed in beside her, the faint ache in my arms grounding me as we pulled back onto the road. “Are we going back home now?” I asked. “We have all day… child.” I nodded. Our next stop was a sleek salon with walls of polished mirrors and the scent of lavender oil clinging to the air. As soon as we stepped in, stylists flocked around her like bees drawn to nectar. She didn’t hesitate. “I want waves,” she instructed, sinking into the padded chair like a queen returning to her throne. One of the hairdressers glanced at me and smiled politely. “Would you like us to style your hair as well, miss?”

I shook their hands with a smile before Peter lead us though the great room and into the garage where we hopped into a black SUV and headed over to the salon. The salon was simple enough. We all got our hair done but mine took the longest. The stylist washed and dried my hair before adding some color to it. I texted Anne that I didn't want it extreme, just some colors to make my natural color pop, and that was exactly what the stylist did, only lightening some of it a few different shades so my dark brunette hair would really pop with all the different shades of brown throughout it. As I sat waiting for the strands to lighten she waxed my eyebrows, giving them a nice shape that complimented

"Seriously? You're crying? You're going to give Salon Bella a bad name! Stop right this instant!" "The hormones are getting to me! Salon Bella is providing excellent service. Does the salon offer cosmetic assistance too?" I really didn't want to go do my makeup. Standing in the bathroom for any length of time made me feel ill. My suspicion was the room had poor airflow with only a small window which didn't open. Bella tugged my hair gently, "Needy much? You're lucky you're my favorite customer. Plus, I do not want you going on camera looking like a ghost."

A familiar high-pitched voice was what I have heard the moment I opened the glass door of my favorite salon. "Hi Ma'am! Good to see you again! What will you do this time?" The gay stylist welcomed me with a wide smile, showing his teeth with braces and sky blue rubbers. I lifted my lips a bit to give him a small smile as he laid his hand towards a swivel chair, motioning me to sit. I tucked my hair behind my ear and made myself comfortable with the big, moving chair. "I want to cut my hair this short," I put my two fingers like a scissor in my hair, just below my brassiere. "Color it with hazel brown and do a minor perm, I want it to look as normal as it can be." I smiled.

As the car rolled out of the school premises, Arda turned to Gillow, curiosity in her eyes. “Where are we going now?” “To transform your hair,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Did you think I was joking?” She perked up, excited. “Really? I like that. Thanks.” She gave him the address of the small salon where she usually got her hair done. It wasn’t fancy—just a low-end place with no air conditioning, but the stylists knew their craft, and they always gave her a discount.

He comes around helping me out of the truck and we walk into the salon, hand in hand. A young she-wolf greets us as we walk in. “Alpha, Luna.” She inclines her head to each of us. “I have you all ready to go.” She’s looking over my hair as she’s talking. “Your hair is beautiful. It’s rare to see someone with hair so white.”

Ice smirked. "Ah, no!" Kim disagreed. The bid got approved and the sale went through on the building. They got it set up and got the equipment ordered and delivered. It's finally the day of the grand opening. The word Fire is done with flames and the word Ice is done in cold blue. The shop was done in red and blue keeping with the theme. "So, you got hair, nails, pedicures, facials, and tanning. Only other thing you need is a masseuse for massages and you'll be full-service salon!" Raine said excitedly.