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But now, she felt a rush of excitement, as if something extraordinary was about to happen to Girly Lux. Her eyes lit up as she gazed at herself in the mirror, twirling around to take in every angle. Today was the day she was going to try something new, something daring. And it wasn't just the clothes. She had decided to change her hair color, to transform herself completely. She reached for the wig, a fiery red that cascaded in waves down her back. With a smile on her face, she placed it on her head and fluffed it out, admiring the new look. It was time to take Girly Lux to the next level.

Hers lifts up with a taunting smile. "No" "Yes" "I don't want a freaking bang!" "It's a clip on you idoit!" "Oh" only then do I relax and take a seat. She pulls out a wig clip on full wispy bang from her box. It's black with the fronts bleached red. She opens my drawer and cusses when she sees the bullets and knives that occupied the first slot. She pulls out the second one and thanks God when she sees hair materials like brushes, combs and hair spray. She begins to work her magic on my hair. I wonder how I'll look with a bang, this will be my first time trying it out. Tiana looks down at me like she wants to tell me something. I blink twice.

Everyone and everything seemed so different now. She smiled, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and shyness. "Yes, Sir. I thought it was time for a change, and also my evil nephews had deviously pounced on my hair one night and reigned terror on it. I was lucky the hairstylist could still salvage it.. Do you like it?" She pushed her hair behind her ears, smiling. "It suits you perfectly, Clara," I replied, genuinely impressed. "Very stylish. Your nephews did you a kind of favour, because this is better than your previous hairstyles."

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

I drag Angelo along with me inside. Did he really think he was just going to stay in the car? I greeted and hugged Michelle who was the one who usually did my hair. "Hey, it's been a while girl," "Yeah I know," I sigh. "So you want me to do your usual while we talk about life?" "I actually want something different," "How different?" She squints her eyes. "I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair,"

The salon was bustling with activity, but our stylists, Rachel and Emily, greeted us warmly and led us to our stations. As we settled in, Rachel asked me about my hair preferences. "So, Charlotte, what are you thinking? A sleek blowout or something more elaborate?" I hesitated, unsure, but Sophie jumped in with her opinion. "Charlotte, you have to get a braided crown! It'll look stunning with your dress." I nodded, convinced, and Rachel got to work expertly braiding my hair.

"I think I'm beginning to." "He makes you look less tired." "Because I'm too busy being irritated to be exhausted." Liza smiled feebly. "You should retain him." "We'll see," Fiona breathed, tracing her fingers through what was left of her daughter's hair. "Right now, the only thing I want to do is get through the next round with you." There was a long silence. And then Liza said, "Will I ever have hair again? Like it was before?" Fiona's braided. "Yes. Yes, absolutely. And if it takes an age, we'll rock scarves, hats, tiaras—hell, we'll start a new fashion line called 'Bald and Brave.'"

“Please tell me you aren’t going to do something cliché and shave your heads in some weird form of solidarity with your boyfriend’s mate.” Okay, she couldn’t read my mind. Not my boyfriend, not your mate, I mentally corrected. I forced myself to shake it off. I had to stay on task. “No. Better. We are going to shop for wigs. And not just wigs. Fun wigs. Purple ones. Pink ones. Mohawk ones. Ones that scream ‘I am wearing this because I want to.’” “Why do we need Luna Ashley for that?”

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

I replied. "I know, but Haria doesn't like it." "Because you look like a red onion! How can I supposed to date a man with that kind of hair? I am in a relationship with a cosplayer?" Then here they are again with their non-stop fight, I guess I will just try to divert my attention onto something before they could mess up in my mind.