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Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.

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Her eyes weren't blue or black, neither was her hair the darkest shade of brown of the lightest black. Huffing away a strand of pink cotton candy hair away from her face, Faith tried to brush it gently. Carefully avoiding the area that Dea had hit. The bruise was gone of course. But it was still a little bit sore and swollen. Faith did not want to add on to her problems by being careless. She made her soft hair into a pretty loose braid and pinned up her baby hair with a snowflake bobypin.

Every line, every wrinkle, every blemish was amplified, as if highlighted by the contrast of her deathly complexion. Her hair, once a beautiful white-blonde that seemed to shimmer in the sun, now lay limp and lifeless against her colourless skin. It was as if the vitality had been drained from every strand, leaving it looking ashen and dry. Strands of hair were matted to her forehead and cheeks, and I could see that it was brittle and fragile, like it could shatter at the slightest touch.

"Just a trim I think, maybe a deep condition. I've been using that oil you gave me and it's doing wonders for the frizziness." "We can definitely do that. Trimming it a little will give you that bounciness back and will also make it easier to straighten if you want to do that." I wonder what Christine sees when she looks at me. Do I look like my dad to her? My mom? Because I've been around them for so long, or do I look like someone foreign, I want to ask, but I'm also afraid the answer will break my heart. So I don't. "Sounds great. Maybe next time I come I'll get some highlights, closer to summer."

It's gone. The long blonde waves that always caught the sun like spun gold, that she treated better than some people treat their children, that she'd brush exactly one hundred strokes every night since we were twelve— is gone. Chopped clean off. Reduced to a straight bob that hovers just above her shoulders like sharp, geometric punishment. "Oh. My God!," I breathe. "What did you freaking do." Sienna blinks at me. Puzzled. Oblivious to the fact she just committed a crime against nature.

a very pretty lady asks as we enter the salon. "We want to try something new" Mandy replies "Let's see what we can do" the lady replies We sit and they get to work, they wash our hair and after a while, they are done with both our hair. I look in the mirror and my hair looks really beautiful. My once curly hair was now straight and had bangs. Mandy cut her long hair short and also straightened it. "Thanks, I love my hair" I squeal excitedly. "I'm happy that you are pleased with our services, we hope that you come another time" the nice lady that has 'Beatrice' on her name tag says.

Monalisa POV. I fluffed my hair with my fingers, the curls bouncing over my shoulders as I stepped out of my cab. Today was Saturday and I was returning from the salon after getting a makeover. My stylist, Fiona, was an expert at what she did. She owned a big beauty shop with various sections for women's complete makeover. She'd turned my straight black hair into wavy, long curls, adding some purple and red highlights at the end to make it look like a dark, blooming flame.

Ann Marie was never one for conflict either so she was happy to agree with these circumstances. After waiting for three hours my hair was finally done. Ruby watched carefully because she wants to be a hair dresser when she graduates. I hadn't seen it yet. But by what everyone was telling me it was gonna be good. "Okay. All done." Yes. I couldn't wait. "Thanks Sydney!" Sydney smiled at me pulling off the cape thing and letting me walk to the mirror. More like sprinted I sprinted to the mirror. Holy shit. It looked amazing. My waist length straight black hair was gone replaced with mid back length dirty blonde hair.

She looked relaxed in sleep, the habitual frown I suspected she always wore, gone. Gently, I ran my hands through her short hair. The hair was something that she would have to change as my mate. It was a lovely shade of auburn that had caught the light when the sun shone on it. Allison was going to have to grow it out. She evidently did not take pains to maintain it. It was cut carelessly, uneven in some places. It had perhaps been long at one time but had been trimmed in order to get it out of the way.