Frida Kahlo Headband Novels & Stories

she asked. Up close, she could read the words on Ophelia's headband. "It's really you! So y-you're…" Those fans looked at the "drivers" with uneasy expressions. Perhaps it was their first time meeting a wealthy fan, so they felt a little pressured. Smiling, Ophelia gave the fan a hug. "You came at the right time. After taking this gift bag, you can put on the headband. When Chelsea comes, she'll immediately spot us."

Jack stood back with a doting smile; he knew who the hats were for as he saw the colors. Next, they wandered into a shop with hair accessories, and she bought 4-pointed petal hair bun metal cover made with colored stones that was closest to pista-green hue. She bought a sky-blue head band adorned with roses made of ribbons and stone embellishment. She also picked copper colored rose bud pins and pearl pins for herself. The hair accessories were most expensive costing 1 gold sheet for the lot, but Mira didn’t feel any heartache. Her family was going to be dressed the best conforming within social standards. Comparatively, men’s hats were not even worth mentioning. It only cost 10 gold coins.

I asked. “Here, we found this.” Kelvin handed me her hairband, and I held on to it, squeezing it without much thought. From the dirt smeared across it, I could only imagine her struggling against whoever had taken her, perhaps on the ground as the ribbon slowly came loose from her hair. My chest tightened at the thought. “It was found outside, just miles away from the pack gates,” Kelvin said. “A ribbon like this wouldn’t simply fall off during a normal escape. There must have been a struggle, and judging from the dirt on it, she was probably dragged or thrown to the ground.”

It was lopsided and slightly burnt at the edges, but it tasted like love and laughter. Then Seraphira and Shaelith handed me a crown, handmade from twigs and wildflowers. The twigs were darkened, slightly smoked at the edges, Shaelith’s signature, of course. A crown touched with shadow. Her version of a masterpiece. I stared at it like it was a priceless artifact. “You made this?” I asked. They nodded. I placed it gently on my head and they clapped, faces lit up like sunrise. We took pictures, so many pictures, and videos too. Laughing, making faces, creating memories I hadn’t realized I needed. And I didn’t take the crown off all day.

Peering from me to him, she gave us a knowing look. "You know, safety first?" She added. "I'm sure you don't mind walking to your destination, Arielle," Alfred retorted. She scoffed, pulling back. "Whatever," she muttered and I couldn't help but smile. He started the car and soon we were on the road to Aurora's school. I squinted my eyes when I noticed a headband on Aurora's head. I turned immediately. "Rora? Who gave you that?" She smiled widely, placing her hand on the headband, careful not to ruin her hairstyle.

She looked like a nude female form dipped in golden champagne, the droplets of the drink sliding down her skin. A thick braid of brown-golden hair crowned her head ending in a low loose bun that was circled by the same braid. An ancient jeweled comb pierced and pretended to hold the bun in place. Her black diamond wolf pendant rivaled with a few other thin golden necklaces adding to the airy feeling of the ensemble.

He'd put it against his heart, and it had just stayed there. He held it out to her. "This one, I'm taking back." She took the old hairband from his hand, folded it neatly, and tucked it into her pocket. "When you mark me, I'll give you a new one." Then she pulled a new hairband from her pocket. Deep blue. Silk. Gold thread at the edges. Exactly the same as the one he'd stolen. A laundry Omega barely made any money in a month. Buying a silk hairband meant saving up for a long time.

“Can you tie my hair now, please?” I smiled softly, kneeling slightly to meet her height. Mia spun around without hesitation, her long, glossy hair cascading down her back like silk. I gathered the strands gently, smoothing each one from crown to tip. Then I lifted the headband and slid it over her hair, adjusting until it sat perfectly. “There, all neat,” I said, stepping back slightly to admire my work. “I love it!” she squealed, brushing her hair with her fingers. “Daddy has to see this!”