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I take a quick shower and I start getting ready for the ball. I dry myself up and I put on my underwear. After I am done with that, I start thinking of hairstyles to do. I got my mother’s hair colour and my hair is wavy like hers is. I decide to straighten my hair and let it flow down my back. I start straightening my hair section by section and in ten minutes, I am done with my hair. Then I move to makeup. I hardly wear makeup but my mum taught me how to put it on myself. I go for a more natural look and I am finished with my makeup in like thirty minutes.

I think we’re going to be good friends. An hour or so later, my chestnut brown hair is freshly cut. Cassidy has just left, and Hazel is now helping me blow-dry and straighten it. I decided to cut it to about five or six inches below my shoulders. Cassidy said it would be easier to manage that way, especially since I don’t really know how to do much with it yet.

She spat out each word with a difficult voice, a painful smile that made people feel sad, tears also ran down her beautiful face. Violet put down the scissors and adjusted her hair, the hair that was so beautiful and smooth was cut to the point that she messed up without any particular shape, it looked funny and funny as opposed to emotional. her mess. Violet looked emotionless at the smooth hair she always took care of on the floor, she bent down to tidy it and took a shower.

she gushed. "how do you want your hair?" the stylist asked as she prepared her kit. "straight or curly?" "my natural curls please... I want to feel like myself" I responded. I watched as she began her work, slowly pinning curls up into a large bun at the back of my head. Small pins were placed to hold, before decorative ones were added on top. Loose tendrils fell around my face, which she applied a fine mist of hairspray to. Eventually it was done, including my makeup which perfectly highlighted my face.

I wish I can but even taking a risk makes me hesitant if should I take it or not. The school is open again and the everyday scene is back again. There's still gossipers around ready to catch and make news to scatter. Every one is turning their heads the moment Cassandra step I side the campus. It wasn't new for me but how Cassandra look, is new. Her long hair was cutted into shoulder length hair and it was highlighted in blonde.

A girl with shoulder-length hair went out from the cubicle and probably the one she was talking with. "Yeah. That girl! She was so desperate, and from what I have heard from one of my friends in another department, she was asking for her father's help to get close with Zachary!" Geli gave me a meaningful stare at my reflection in the mirror. I just gave her a quick smile in response. I used to hear things like that. I could not deny that he had the looks that we're able to get any girls he may like, but hearing their admiration toward him, made me curious why Zac never courted any of them. Actually, the girl they were talking about was one of the girls who was crazy over him. She tried all t

Chapter 18 Leila emerged from the Cut’ N’ Curl and ran a hand over her “trim”. Kacey Jo had taken off at least four or five inches and cut it into choppy waves. Not that it looked bad, but Leila was accustomed to long hair that touched the middle of her back. It seemed men liked long hair on a girl to run their fingers through. She wondered what Sterling would think of her new hairdo.

she declared, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "surprise me! Choose something that screams, 'I'm back, and I'm ready to fight!'" Clara grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Consider it done," she said, selecting a beautiful shade of coral that shimmered with a subtle gold undertone. The next hour flew by in a whirlwind of snipping scissors, the gentle whir of the blow dryer, and as the cheerful Ellie worked her magic on Mom's hair, I felt a knot of worry loosen in my chest. Ellie expertly shaped the hair into a trendy bob with soft waves, adding volume at the crown that framed Mom's face perfectly.

Mini introduced me with all those ladies and spoke to all of them in a commanding professional tone. "Hello! Miss" All of them greeted with a warm smile. "So, what type of hairstyle you prefer for today's occasion. Is there any personal preferences?" The hairstylist asked while muddling through all the accessories. I gave it a thought and answered "Something beachy and wavy, a loose bun." I answered after a long thought. "Yes ma'am; we will keep the points in mind." She replied. "What about the dress"the stylist asked. This question was an easy one for me to answer.