Bubble Guppies Hair Salon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I also informed him that the next store on our list for tonight would be the last one. "Salon!" I exclaimed excitedly. I knew that you already had an idea about what I was planning to do, and I was going to have a makeover, so I wanted to straighten my curly hair. Luckily, it was only 5 PM when Kuya Cardo and I entered the salon, and when I asked Ate about the hair treatment, she told me it would take around 3 hours, which was just right as the mall would close at 9 PM. If you're wondering why it would take 3 hours, I also wondered, so I asked Ate, and she said that their hair treatment is from abroad, so it has a faster effect on the hair.

Under the skilled hands of the attentive staff, I surrendered to a rejuvenating facial that felt nothing short of alchemy on my skin. The treatment included a gentle yet effective skin peel that unveiled my inner radiance, followed by a nourishing, moisture-rich regimen that left my complexion feeling impossibly soft, almost ethereal in its smoothness. My journey of transformation reached its peak in the beauty salon, where a talented stylist gazed at my hair and skin with a warmth that radiated genuine admiration. “Miss DuBois,” she exclaimed with a bright smile, “your hair and skin are absolutely glowing! Let's indulge you with a luxurious silk conditioner that will leave your locks irresi

as she called it, dragging me into a high-end salon without giving me a chance to argue. “This is your break,” she insisted, hands on my shoulders as she looked at me through the mirror. “Your time. Reinvention arc. New hair.” “I like my hair.” “You like survival mode,” she corrected instantly. “This,” she waved a hand around, “is upgrade mode.” I rolled my eyes. “What color?” “Pink.” “Absolutely not.” “Blue, then.” “Still no.” She paused, then grinned like she had just won something. “Pink it is.”

Scott isn’t the type of customer that the award winning and terrifyingly on trend salon GQ is used to. Even I feel intimidated, and unlike Scott, I haven’t got hair that could be home to several endangered species of wild bugs. Everyone here looks so perfect that they must get up at the crack of dawn just to style themselves.

With that, the children’s faces lit up, and they eagerly headed toward the beauty section of the mall, the promise of hair makeovers and creams already sparking their excitement. The hair salon was busy but cozy, the air filled with the comforting scents of shampoo and hair products. The soft buzz of blow dryers and the rhythmic snip of scissors created a soothing atmosphere. A cheerful receptionist greeted them as they walked in, her smile brightening as she took in the group. “Good afternoon! Are you all looking to get your hair done today?” she asked, her voice warm and welcoming. “Yes, please!” Mia answered enthusiastically, stepping forward. “I want pink streaks!”

Sharon asked. “OH. Yes I am.” I responded. “Do you have a stylist coming to do your hair?” “Um. No. I don’t think so.” “We don’t.” Lexi responded. “Georgia will be at the Gamma’s apartment to do Gamma Donna, and Luna Clair’s hair. Why don’t you come down, and we’ll do your hair as well?” Sharon offered. “We’ll need to bring Molly.” Lexi stated. “That’s no trouble.” “We’ll be there. Thank you.”

“Interesting. Now your hair can move.” I ducked my tongue out, “It can do other interesting things too,” I said and the hair pulled him closer, making him fall on the tub. I laughed watching soap foam on his hair. “Look, hairstylist Avery gave you a new hairstyle. I call it the ‘Bubbly Jiggly look’.” He stared at me with narrowed eyes, the small hill of foam on top of his hair moving two and fro. I wish I had my phone and snapped a picture. He looked so cute.

"Normal is overrated." "Hello, Your Royal Highness!" a woman with bright blonde hair greeted them at the door. "My name is Kayla Thompson, the owner of Aurora Coiffeurs, the best beauty salon in Estrea! What would you like to have done today?" She motioned toward three cosmetologists and a nail tech standing at their stations. "My associates and I are here to assist." "Thank you," Ari said. "We appreciate you closing your salon for us today. Next time, I'll call ahead."

[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.

She had missed her fashion side so much. A lady who looked like she was in her twenties walked towards them, her hair dyed green, orange, and red. The whole place was busy; on one side was a tattoo artist, on the other was a hair stylist, and then there was the nails section and the Barber section, too. The Girlies. That was the name of the building. The ones barbing their hair were females. It felt dreamy—a safe space. “Over here, Ms.” She gestured towards the two black seats in front of the gigantic mirror.