Hairstyles For Older Women นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said casually, running her fingers through her long hair. Kate smiled, taking a seat next to her. "Of course, darling, but let's do something fun. How about some light highlights? They'll look stunning for... well, any occasion." Hailey raised an eyebrow. "Highlights? Hmm, okay, but nothing too drastic. I don't want to look like a rainbow!" "Don't worry, just subtle ones to enhance your natural look," Kate reassured her. As Hailey settled in, the stylist carefully combed through her long hair. "I don't want it any shorter than my waist," Hailey instructed, glancing at the stylist.

This was indeed our first encounter, but previously, I had spotted lipstick stains that weren't mine on Evan's clothes, as well as strands of red hair that had been purposely hidden in his pockets. I did not accept the drink. Smiling softly, I complimented her, "Ms. Dixon, you have a great body. I'm sure many male werewolves are pursuing you." She laughed loudly before pulling the strap of her top off her shoulder to reveal half of her bosom. "Thanks for the compliment, Ms. Castillo. Yours is pretty alright too." She shrugged at me before pressing her ample bosom against Evan's arm. "Since you and I admire each other, why don't you drink with me?"

The older woman says to me and I oblige. As I rest my eyes upon her, it is clear to see that her very aura speaks of a life steeped in authority and influence. Her hair is the color of silver, it is styled in a chignon that accentuates the sharp lines of her face. Her eyes hold a sharpness that misses nothing, and they observe me with a keen, assessing gaze. What else, her high cheekbones and aristocratic nose are of regal bearing, holding the faintest hint of a smile.

At least I'm dressed in shorts and a tee when I see her. She's much older than I am, though she hides it well. Her hair is short, black, and styled. Whoever her plastic surgeon is, he's good. She doesn't have that pulled skin look. Her makeup is tasteful and her jewelry expensive. She's dressed in a designer getup that you would see in exclusive stores where I never shop. Give me Old Navy or Gap any day.

"Why?" Only she herself knew what she meant with that. Her eyes remained shut, but if one looked closely, the little wrinkles to their sides gave a hint to her real age. This beauty wasn't a young girl anymore, but a middle-aged woman, that treated her skin and hair with unimaginable costly products and baths every day to look like spring itself. However old she might get, she would always try to conserve her youthful appearance to match the flowers around her.

Everly and Olivia, both having suffered from disastrous relationships, went to the salon. Everly picked out two male hairstylists for them. One of the hairstylists lit up with excitement at the sight of Olivia and immediately recommended some trending hairstyles. She outright rejected the suggestion. "I want it short—as short as possible." "Darling, I know the cool girl look is trendy, but getting a pixie cut might limit the outfit styles you can pull off. Why don't I give you a shoulder-length cut? You'll look younger and can rock it at any event."

The two maids behind joined the rest. They remained like that for a while until the oldest one among them—a woman spoke up. “Congratulations madam on your married life. We've been expecting you for a while, and we hope our services would always make you happy. You're welcome home, My Lady.” A bright smile remained on her lips even when she finished. She looked beautiful for an old lady, probably ranging from fifties to sixties. Her hair which was partly gray was rolled up in a ponytail, and it matched perfectly with her looks; pretty.

At least Lyra, Mae, and I had gotten our nails out of the way a couple of nights ago after school. *** "Alright, girl's, what will we do with your hair today? I suggest a half-updo, with a rose tied up in the center. Since you all have such long wavy beautiful hair, you should show it off. Mae, I could do the same hairdo with your hair even though it's straight, we could use a curling iron, and it would still look just as gorgeous," Dalia, our hairstylist, said, and the other two stylists Amber, and Stephanie, nodded their heads in agreement.

She felt she had to give meaning to her life. Before she could drown in her thoughts, a voice snapped her out of her reveries. "A shampoo-brushing cut, please," said the old lady in a hoarse voice, who didn't have much hair left on her skull. — Go with Garance, we all call her the scissors queen. You'll see, she never misses a cut, replied a large gal with an Ultra Brite smile and bright lipstick.

This woman could be the key to unraveling the truth, and Olivia had to handle it perfectly. She tied her hair into a neat ponytail, the strands framing her face delicately, and applied just enough makeup to give her a mature edge—enough to make her look older, more composed, but still true to herself. As she dug through her closet, her fingers hesitated over a few options, but then she found it.