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Either way, the lovely scent just made my stomach growl which reminded me that I still had not eaten anything today. I finally snapped out of my hungry daydreaming as the line moved along, then prayed to any god watching that no drool was on my chin. To distract myself, I turned over the box of dye in my hand wanting to read to the description. “Shit!” My cuss earned me a stink eye from caramel lady but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “Yara, how fucking dumb can you get?” I grumbled. Blonde dye? Seriously? I was trying to be unrecognizable, not turn myself into the next neighbourhood ghost. With my pale skin, I would look transparent with blonde hair, getting noticed by the Alpha would be i

“I’m fine Ale. I’m just going to touch up and we can head back.” “Umm, are you sure about that? Because your hair is almost white, and you’re glowing. Like a Fucking beacon.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My once updo is now down and in loose wave. The crazy thing is that I’m naturally a brunette, but way hair is now platinum, no scratch that is white LITERALLY, with a glowing light. “What the actual fuck?”

I make my way across the road and approach the centre just as the light of my life steps out and I immediately forget to breathe. Jennifer is an adorable 4’8” with the most gorgeous light brown curly hair with these stunning natural blonde highlights that catch the light making it look like she has strands of gold in her hair. Her hair was at her shoulders when I met her, but it’s since grown a bit further down to her bust. It still manages to frame her gorgeous plump cheeks that only get plumper as she smiles, her teeth shining brightly between her pouty lips as her cream-coloured skin practically glows like an angel from the heavens. Her beautiful smile is made all the more beautiful by th

The ones I applied earlier before I found the Uhi wasn't succeeding in giving me the exact dark shade of hair I want. The Uhi makes my hair shine as black as the night; a sharp contrast to the whiteness of the hair.

I twist my hair into a high ponytail, securing it with an elastic band from the vanity. In the mirror, I barely recognize myself. The woman staring back looks confident, determined. Her heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one amber—seem brighter somehow, more alive. The amber one catches light differently, almost glowing from within. My freckles stand out against skin flushed from the hot shower, giving me a healthy glow despite the exhaustion of recent days.

Kenzie asked. “Yep.” Mary responded. Kenzie has on a white shirt with a tan cardigan and blue jean pants. Her hair is reddish with low lights in it, cut short and has waves in it. “Your new hairstyle is gorgeous!” Mary commented. Kenzie got her hair cut to just the top of her shoulders. She also got some blonde highlights put in her red hair. It has a few layers making it look thicker. Her hair was half way down her back. It was a drastic change but she loved it.

I have been trying to get you to do that for years. Asia was actually cared of change but she was willing to give it a try. I will try a dark brown color because it’s not far from black. The technician told her to go to the bowl so they can start the color process. Before the technician could walk away Mia paid him 1000 to give her blonde hair. Asia has always hated blonde hair. She told Asia I will see you later because she had a spa appointment. Mia walked away with a smile. She knew that Asia would hate the hair color.. She would not want to go to the Gala and she could go with Levi instead.

I just let her where she intends to take me. First in the salon. She decided what my hair style would be. She decided to cut my hair with a shoulder -length layer. My hair is naturally blonde that's why she put ash gray highlights on it. I was thinking far away and let her do what she wanted to do to me. We also did facials and massages. Next we went to the mall, a few men were looking at us. Who isn't? Skye is beautiful, She's also a mixed nationality like me. Her fashion style is very rare, she dressed like a boy but it can't cover her beauty. Maybe if she even wear a rag, she still looked good. While me?

All wrong. When I woke up this morning, I noticed it immediately—the dark brown strands had lightened somehow, showing hints of silver at the roots. Not gray from stress, but actual silver, like moonlight woven into hair. It had to be the dye job washing out. But it still freaked me out seeing it. I'd spent the last hour applying the dye Anna had procured for me, desperately trying to cover the strange new color. The brown was holding, mostly, but in certain light I could still see the silver trying to break through.

Even with the baggy hoody, I can see the bulge of his chest and arms. His ivory skin compliments his blond hair, which is long and wavy. But not too long. Cut just right. And the roots are brown. Is that fake? No, it's real. I had to dye my black and straight hair once, and I would know. His sharp nose rests between two grey eyes. The color of concrete.