Novel & Cerita Hairjob

After that, he brought her to a hair salon. "Mr. Santiago, what would you like me to do to her hair?" The hairstylist stood behind Cynthia as she inquired. With his legs crossed, Santiago sat behind them and peered at Cynthia's hair. Then, he said, "Give her a hair treatment, but leave her hair color alone. Trim the ends. That's all." Cynthia let out a sigh of relief. Her long hair was one of the assets she was most proud of. She was a little worried that he wanted her to chop it all off.

Anson had told me that was the way he liked his women, and I obeyed without question, in an effort to please him. "I think the last time was like ten years ago," I finally admitted. "So James, can you fix it or not?" Pilar moved around, impatiently. James nodded his head as he made an imaginary cutting motion with his hands just under my shoulders. "Everything below this is dead. It's gotta go." I swallowed hard, accepting his words. Cutting off more than half of my hair felt terrifying. "And," James wasn't finished talking. "I think we should go honey blonde. It'll make your features pop out."

“I should wash my hair and have you re-braid it. It’s starting to come loose, and pieces are sticking out all over.” “Of course, Miss Wilson.” Jennifer began unbraiding my hair. When she was finished, I looked at the bushy mess on top of my head and groaned. “I love how the braids look, but I wish there were another way to control this mess on top of my head.” Jennifer continued to use a wide-toothed comb to untangle my hair. “There are ways, Miss Wilson. Your hair could be trimmed, and there are products and ways to style it so it wouldn’t be as frizzy.”

“Absolutely.” Bonnie applied lovely scented hair treatments to my hair while Nina was having her hair cut. An hour after letting the treatment sit on my hair, Bonnie rinsed the treatment with streaming water. Shortly after it dried, she styled it with a trim that maintained most of the length, and finally, she proudly presented my new hairstyle in the mirror. Gone were the frizziness and stray strands pointing in all directions. Instead, my hair had become soft and silky, flowing gracefully over my shoulders and bouncing naturally in response to my movements. I looked different... like a lady.

Beck’s point of view J and his team were miracle workers, in the few hours they had I was pampered with a deep conditioning of my naturally curly hair, mani/pedi, a facial, and J with those magic hands of there’s cut my hair to encourage my natural curl pattern. They showed me how to style my hair like I had always dreamed. And taught me how to apply a whole new makeup routine to accentuate the features I loved most about my face, my eyes. I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice…

"You need to look completely different." The salon owner, a sophisticated woman named Claire, examined Berry's current hair with professional interest. "What exactly are you envisioning?" Claire asked Theo. "Jet black, shoulder length, with subtle layers that will change the shape of her face. I want it to look professional but completely different from her current appearance." "That's quite a transformation. Are you certain about going so dark?" Berry looked at her reflection in the mirror, trying to imagine herself with black hair. For the next three hours, Berry sat in the salon chair while Claire worked on her hair. Theo supervised every step, offering specific instructions about the cut

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.