Novel & Cerita Gwen Stacy Haircut

When I turn so one of the can zip and tie the back, I see myself for the first time since they sat me down to get me ready. My hair is all swept back from my face in a combination of braids and twists and then it all falls down my back in loose waves. But when I turn my head, I can see that there are a few light blue flowers that are worked in around some of the braids. Gwen did a great job with my makeup. The light smokey eye and rose pink lip stain kept it light and more natural looking. Which I love since I don’t usually wear a lot of makeup anyways.

Her thoughts kept returning to Yoren, as did her wolf soul. “Eirene,” Gwyneth called, drawing her attention. Her soft gaze rested on Eirene. “May I ask something of you?” Eirene blinked once. “Ask something?” she repeated. “What do you want, Elder?” Gwyneth answered plainly. “A lock of your hair.” “Hair?” Reflexively, Eirene touched her long, flowing hair. She asked to be sure. “You want my hair?” Gwyneth nodded once, then turned to Naomi. “Gamma, could you get me a pair of scissors?”

It had never been that long before and Gwen had no desire to cut it. "Well, now that I'm allowed to wear it long so I will. I've had enough of short hair." Gwen then turned her attention to Ace and looked at his hair. He had also let it grow a bit. He had these beautiful brown curls that Gwen adored and always pestered him not to cut him. It was a cute messy style on his head and more often than not, Gwen found her hands in her hair. "I can say the same about you." she smiled.

I relished that. “She needs something chic.” Gwen said after greeting the stylist. “She's getting married soon so I want something that'd make people jealous.” The stylist, James, eyed my hair and I just knew that he was judging it. Considering what I'd been through in the past month, my hair wasn't at its best — it was limp, greasy, tangled and sad. Changing it from its current look to something worth being jealous over was going to be a chore. “I'm going to be honest with you, Gwen.” The stylist began. “Her hair's an absolute mess. I'm sure there are people out there that have better looking pubic hair. This is going to take a lot of work.”

The distance to the ground ain't bad to jump. "That isn't necessary if you sit down." She protested about the idea of using the window."I'll fix you up." "How will you do that?" I asked. Gwen pulls a chair and tells me to sit on it. I do as she says. She plugs in her blow dryer and blows dries my hair. Then she picks one of her combs and grooms my hair nicely. "Now you can use the door and when she sees you just tell her you found your way in when she was in her room."

When she was sure she would succeed in humiliating me like she had in the past. Too bad, I'm not Raina the pushover anymore. Gwen’s eyes were red, and her mascara had made dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Silas denying her must have been a huge blow if she didn’t care about her appearance. Gwen was someone who always cared about her looks..

"Hi," The girl giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just got excited, it's rare to find natural red hair nowadays, I've always wanted red hair, black is so outdated and boring. I can dye it but it doesn't feel natural," She ranted, a spark in her innocent forest green eyes. As if realizing her mistake, she gasped. "Oh Goddess, I'm so sorry. We just met and I'm already killing you with my rant. Anyway, I'm Jacqueline, you can just call me Jackie," she held out her hand for a handshake which Gwen hesitantly accepted. "I'm Gwen," she uttered and Jackie's eyes brightened.

I ended the call with Mike thinking about how I didn’t really want to get him jealous. I wanted communication. Was that too much to ask? Classes went on, days flew by, and it was finally weekend. I woke, feeling my scalp scratchy, and I quickly got changed and finally showed up for my hair appointment after weeks… no months of missing it. “Hi, Gwen.” I greeted as I walked into the salon. Gwen was talking to her co-worker, but she stopped short, her eyes widening as I grinned at her. “You’re alive.” She said.

The two of them were speaking quietly about something, Gwen gesturing lightly while Mia laughed at whatever she'd said. Gwen looked unrecognizable. No. She looked recognizable. That was the problem. This was the real Gwen. A charcoal gray tailored suit, cut to perfection. Probably custom-made. Louboutin heels I recognized instantly from the red soles. Her hair pulled back into an elegant, effortless bun. Subtle makeup, but flawless. Pearl earrings that probably cost a kidney. None of that "simple girl" façade she wore at the estate. None of the casual clothes and easy smiles.

Plus, I wanted the kind of makeup that was minimal and still showed my real features. After I succeeded in keeping my tears at bay, I gave Gwen another hug and let her finish my makeup. She made light conversation as she worked, and I knew she was trying to calm my nerves. It worked, and soon I was chatting away and chuckling. "And…done," Gwen announced as she swiped my face with a brush one last time and put her tools away. "Would you like to see? Or should I style your hair first?"