Novel & Cerita Hair Cellophane Before And After

AURELIA'S P.O.V "Anddddd done. You can take a look now." Celia squealed, nearly bursting my eardrums. Opening my eyes slowly, my jaw drops in surprise as I stare at my reflection. Celia was too good, I looked so freaking gorgeous and I loved it. The makeup wasn't too heavy and accentuated my face perfectly, my hair was nicely done, being held together in place by pins. The past hour and a half of pain was definitely worth it but that didn't mean I was looking forward to going through it again.

She noticed the drops of sweat on his smart forehead. No more hair glue, his hair was back to normal, parted in the middle and floating like a wave, like a cloud. - Thank you, Mr. Thang Vu. - She smiled and looked him straight in the eyes.

I blushed. Three hours later, my tangled, unmanageable curly hair had transformed into long, straight, shiny black hair. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't believe it was me. My hair, which used to look like a bird's nest, now fell neatly over my shoulders, soft as silk. "Beautiful," Adrian said, standing behind me. His eyes looked at my reflection in the mirror. "What did I tell you? You just needed a little polishing." "Is this still me? It feels like someone else," I said.

But now, as the hairstylist and makeup artist worked their magic on her, doubts crept in like shadows. The hairstylist's nimble fingers wove through Felicia's fiery red locks, meticulously crafting them into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. The bun was adorned with delicate white orchids, their petals an obvious contrast against her fiery tresses,Tiny, shimmering hairpins secured any loose strands, adding a touch of sparkle.

She then pulled out the measuring tape and I did my best to stay still as the others watched on. “Okay, I think I got it.” Clara stopped looking at all of us. “I will add some sheath to the front to cover some of the cleavages but in a nice way and then pull out some stitches to make it so it will zip up then just pull out a few more stitches so her lovely curves won’t be so noticeable. I blushed in embarrassment because I’d never had curves. “Kellina, please don’t be embarrassed, you are truly a beautiful gift to us all.” All of them looked smiled and nodded in agreement. I had gained so much in such a few weeks and I was humbled by all of them. A few tears started to slip down an

In fact, his face resembled the bulldog from the Tom and Jerry cartoon. After going through two anti-cancer treatments, he grew much, much weaker than his peers. However, a miracle took place as soon as he took the Rejuvenating Pill. His hair transformed from white hair to shiny and luscious black-brown hair in an instant. The deep wrinkles on his face quickly faded. Even his drooping cheeks tightened and returned to their original luster. Earlier, he still resembled his age: an old man in his seventies. But in just a blink of an eye, he transformed into a virile man in his early fifties. Many were deeply envious of his youthful transformation.

I didn’t understand how she could make it look natural, yet so different at the exact same time. It was as if I had become transformed into a whole new person. My eyes seemed darker, but they appeared more vibrant and livelier than before. My complexion was completely different, making it look as if I was glowing. The thing that grabbed my attention the most was my once straight here was curled. The curls framed my face in a way that it took attention from my neck and gave my jaw line a more pronounced look. Not only that but my lips seemed fuller, and my eyes seemed bigger.

Her red hair was longer and pretty untidy with scares that ran up her back from a supposed beating she could have fought to survive. After her shower, she took one of the green capsules having her scares instantly disappear from vision.

She stuttered as tears fell down her eyes. And without wasting time, she began treating her wounds, leaving no bruise behind. And when she was done, she slowly caressed Fallon's face. "What happened to you Celine, is this the precautions of what I did?" Artemis asked between tears. "You're surely going to recognize me once you wake up. what should I do?" She mumbled to herself. Then her eyes met with a scissors on the table, she looked at the unconscious Fallon before taking the scissors. She went into the bathroom and cut off her long hair, leaving it in a boyish hairstyle.

I walked up to the glass counter and looked directly at my reflection. The woman staring back at me looked pale and frail, her long dark hair tangled and wet from the night storm. Her dark eyes held the deep, permanent scars of terrible trauma, but beneath the exhaustion, there was something completely new—a hard, unyielding core of solid iron. The fragile girl who had pleaded for affection was gone. I reached into the vanity drawer, pulled out a sharp pair of professional styling shears, and gripped my long, damp hair tightly in one hand. Without a single second of hesitation, I cut the long locks away, watching the dark strands fall onto the white marble floorboards around my bare feet. I