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It was so amusing to see how invested people were in this masquerade ball; it just made me even more excited to see what it was all about. Since I didn’t want much done to my hair, I opted to have it curled and a few segments of my hair braided to create a gentle halo across the back of my head. It was dainty but still elegant enough for a ball. Somehow, with the thickness of my hair, even with almost half of it braided and pinned, my hair still looked voluminous and flowy.

I sighed. I figured that was the cause of my stomach issues. I remained still as they helped me dress before I sat to let Rea put my hair up. It has grown back quite a bit since I had to cut it short for our wedding. Rea has always enjoyed braiding my hair, though now, as a married woman and Lady of Ares, my hair is always braided up in various ways to form a bun in the Spartan manner. “There, you’re all set, m’lady." Rea smiled.

This means that Linna may be preparing heaven for her future husband but clearly she may be getting hell on a plate. - Your hair looks so beautiful. - The stylist had a girly voice, Justin was his name, and he tweaked some of the curls and added some more crystals to complete the wreath made of beautiful stones. It would be much more beautiful if it was a real wedding. In fact everything looked beautiful.

(Jessamine’s POV) “Ouch!” I winced when Aiden pressed his finger on my scalp. It was a light touch, but the tingling on my scalp worried me that I would go home bald or I might be wearing a wig on my wedding day. Maybe my hair would have grown an inch or two at that time. Still, I would feel bad. I imagined having my hair loosely braided vertically and horizontally on that big day, but after what happened, I should think of another hairstyle.

I solemnly swear that if I manage to escape, I will do everything in my power to return and free her. Camila and her skilled team arrived to transform me into a vision for the ceremony. The elegant white mermaid-style wedding dress, adorned with bohemian details like delicate beach lace, spaghetti straps, and a subtle plunging neckline, hugs my figure with grace. My hair has been expertly styled into a high puff, the front braided with intricate silver-plated beads, and a small brush was used to turn my edges into slick curls.

She just marches over and starts tilting my head this way and that, her fingers working quickly through my hair like she’s trying to fix a doll someone dropped in mud. My short hair is already back to its normal color since the pink washed out days ago, but the length is too uneven to style, so she reaches for a wig sitting on the tray. a long blonde wig. My throat tightens as she settles it on my head, adjusting the lace, smoothing it along my forehead until it blends with my skin like it was made for me.

The mere fact that she was glancing my way made a delightful feeling surge into my heart. Zane and Victoria inevitably look in the direction I was staring at. "Who's that?" Zane asked curiously. Perhaps having several eyes on her at once made her nervous, she slowly tucked her hair behind her ears looking away. "She has very pretty hair, it's unusual for a werewolf to have white hair." Vicky remarked. "Her hair isn't white." I spat with a small tinge of annoyance in my voice. "If that isn't white then what is it?" She asked.

“Yeah. You’re right.” Jenna kept working her magic, blending and contouring, while the hairstylist, Lisa, began curling my hair into elegant, flowing waves. I had picked out a feminine half-up and half-down hairstyle with little braids that would wind through the bun. My veil was supposed to clip right into the bun with a little halo of flowers around it—perfect for a summer wedding. “So, any plans for after the wedding?” Jenna asked. “Where’s the honeymoon?” “We’re going to Paris, actually,” I said, blushing a bit. “I haven’t gone in so long.”

As my chest heaved with pleasure, Vaelor's hand, once holding my head, came to tuck a loose strand behind my ear. “You looked beautiful tonight,” he abruptly complimented. “And incredibly ruthless,” I added happily. He nodded in agreement. “My beautiful ruthless wife.” “And I loved your hair,” he also said. My hair was styled in a sleek low bun, but mid confrontation, I had freed the hair. It was now cascading down my back. “Oh really?” I asked. He arranged my hair despite the night wind. “But I love it even more when it's down.” Before I could reply, something caught my eyes.

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”