Novel & Cerita Chi-chi Hair Down

Rodrigo Pov I sat behind Hillary as I helped her dry her hair. “Your hair is so beautiful.” I complimented her, and I earned a giggle from her. “Thank you.” “I like it when you don't put it in a bun.” “Mm really?” “Yes, you look like a princess when it's down, not that you aren't a princess already, but you look like a Disney princess when it's down.” She laughed at my statement.

Conservative enough for a restaurant, dangerous enough for Gabriel Ross. This was the one. I kept my hair down. I'd washed it that afternoon and let it dry naturally into loose, soft waves that fell past my shoulders. No pins, no clips, no elaborate updo. Just hair that looked like it could be gathered into a fist, and I was going to pretend I hadn't thought about that when I made the decision.

“Ever worn your hair that short?” “Nope.” Chase slanted this way and that. “Is it good? Or bad?” “Good, I guess.” Chase’s vivid blue eyes met hers in the mirror. “What do you think?” I think cutting off your gorgeous black locks just increased your hotness by a factor of ten million. “I like it.” He mugged in the mirror. “I like it, but I think I wanna go just a hair shorter—ha-ha.” “Fine. Stop admiring your handsome self and sit so we can get this done.”

Aria’s POV “Girl, your hair is cute,” Nia said, leaning back in the salon chair to study me like she was my personal critic. “Thank you, Chica. Now, what the hell are you getting done again?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “The beautician who, by the way, is acting like I ruined his whole damn day says he’s doing a sleek high ponytail with three intricate braids in the front.” I smirked. “Alright, then.”

Not desiring the hassle or limelight that came with his chosen partnership prematurely, he did not find it necessary to advertise their agreement prior to its finalization. Recognizing the telltale perturbed murmurs and venomous comments circulating the room. Allen perceived Chiri Krane’s entrance even before he had laid eyes on her. The stir traveling with her progress across the vast expanse of the hall, Allen finally spotted her elegant figure distinguish itself from the crowd. Pinned up by an ornate hair stick, only wisps of her long white hair framed her small sharp face. The black velvet fabric of Chiri’s dress rising to her neck, it was held there by a gold collar necklace, before des

Skylar smiled. “Hey.” Cheyenne smiled, slowly taking the phone from her ear and hanging it up. “Care to show me this art gallery?” Skylar said, hanging up his phone as well. Cheyenne visibly shivered and looked him up and down, slowly. Skylar stole his glances just as she did. Cheyenne was in a casual high low, off the shoulders, black dress and wore black closed toe wedges. Her hair was in a high low style with the dreads at the top of her head being in a bun while the rest cascaded down her back.

At this moment, without thinking, Zhou Tian reaches out his hand and grabs Chi Peng's hair. Chi Peng's hair was quite long, and it was combed in the middle. His hair was very smooth and smooth. After Zhou Tian grabbed the woman's hair, he suddenly pulled her over.

If you got down on the chair, you would be able to see your reflection on half of the mirror surface. I made my way to the chair and held my hair up. “What do you think I should do to my hair?” “You can let it fall.” “Boring.” “You know what isn’t?” Lisa tested my patience when she came to stand behind me. “Cut it. Chop it. In fact, get a pixie cut. I bet you would rock that shit.” “I’m not pulling a crazy stunt like my mom did.”

He cooed, "I always need you, and I always will." After a very steamy shower, I walked out into our closet, and chose a pair of black leggings and a long, royal blue silk button up shirt with three-quarter sleeves. I decided on a pair of black flats and then I went to my make up table to blow dry my hair. I left it down and just let it do its own thing. I really didn't feel like doing anything special with it. Conri asked, "You're not putting your hair up?" I answered, "No, I think I may leave it as is. What do you think?" He smiled, "I love your hair down. I'm fine with it." I flirted, "Good. I would love to see you keep your hair loose one of these days. I love your hair, just as much as y

"He saw you in a bikini. You're not showing any more in this dress. Besides, it still leaves something to the imagination." As Chelsea continued to play with my long auburn hair, the style in the mirror began to grow on me. "I don't usually wear my hair up." "And you don't usually meet perfect strangers for dinner and dessert," she added, allowing her voice to emphasize the last word. I shook my head. "No dessert. Charli may be spending this week discovering life, but she's not spending it on her back." "No one said you had to be on your back. Come on, there are a lot better positions than that!"