Honey Brown Dreads Tips Novels & Stories

By four, Grandma Judith comes to find me. “Sloane, dear, aren’t you going to get ready?” she asks. “Yeah. I guess I should,” I sigh. “I’ll come see if you need help in a little bit,” she says. I go to my room, suddenly wishing that Scarlet was here. She’s so much better at this sort of thing than I am. I shower and wash my hair, then blow it dry. I stare at myself in the mirror, thinking of what Aunt Samara said about a simple low bun. I try a couple of times and can’t quite get it right, so I decide to create a braided bun. At least then, I know I’ll be able to keep my hair tamed and contained throughout the night.

It's not impressive but it's real. With a deep breath, I hit send. I shower quickly, letting the hot water scald away the day's grime and stress. After I dry off, I throw on an oversized t-shirt. Comfort over everything. I brush through my long dark brown hair, the strands tugging and knotting from being up all shift. I put it in a simple braid over my shoulder, a routine I've done a hundred times in the dark, half-asleep.

Serena agreed, lifting a strand of my honey-blonde hair. “We’ll enhance it, not change it.” I tried not to shrink under the attention from them. They washed my hair first, the warm water relaxing my scalp despite everything. Serena dried it carefully, then began styling it. Soft waves at first. Then she adjusted them, pinning sections back slightly so they framed my face. She added subtle highlights—not bleaching, just brightening the honey tones so they showed in the light. When she finally stepped back, she turned my chair toward the mirror.