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“Before we jump in, because we will, wash first. Then, we deal with who Mr. Darcy is and why has he captured our little snowflake so.” With that, the day began. My hair was washed with four different products before I was sat down. Jazz trimmed my hair, made sure another product was even through my curls and then started to braid. I would never have the same braids as Krista, my hair never cooperating like that. Krista was getting box braids this time and apparently, Mrs. St James planned on getting Fulani braids. Dee and Mr. St James were getting cornrows, but I think Dee said he had wanted a mohawk braid, but was fighting with his Mom about it.

His mother never cooked a day in her life, so Brett was no authority to judge my culinary skills. I brushed my hair with my fingers to keep it from my eyes. Brett was looking at me thoughtfully. “This is the longest I’ve seen your hair,” he commented. I shrugged. “I didn’t feel like chopping it.” “Maybe we should wear our hair long this time,” he said. “And then we’ll do braids, you know those cornrow hairstyles? We’d be like braid buddies!” He sounded completely sold on the idea. I leaned forward, pretended to study something on his face and then I said, “Wow! You’re a dork. How you manage to get laid every week is completely beyond me.”

I said and rushed to my vanity. I straightened out my curls from my long brown hair and put it up in a high pony. I added some mascara to my already long lashes to bring out my light brown eyes, highlighted my cheekbones and put on some matte red lipstick to finish off my look. Throwing on some silver heels and packing my silver purse, Dawn and I left for the club. ……

"Is it even seven in the morning yet?" "Nope. It's 6 am. I'm going to cut my dreads off." She tells me. "You're what?" "I'm cutting my dreadlocks off, off, and I need your help." She says, pulling me up by my arm. "Meg, I don't know the first thing about cutting hair. Plus, you're going to cut it off and instantly reit," it," I told her. "No, I won't. I have had these dreadlocks for five years. It's heavy and kind of unprofessional. I just want a change."

It didn’t define me, or make me any worse than anyone else on this earth. I stared into my brown eyes in the mirror as I applied mascara like a pro. I curled my long, brown hair and sprayed it into place before running my fingers through the curls to give it that sexy, messy look. I never wore it this way except for when I was working at Blue Hades.

Like a dare wrapped in cotton. I ran my fingers through my hair for the tenth time, combing through the soft waves that curled over my shoulders. I’d brushed and rebrushed it until it gleamed, tumbling down like a honeyed waterfall. Same shade as Mom’s, a healthy, golden brown that always caught light just right. It made my sea-blue eyes stand out more, especially with a little mascara and the tiniest shimmer of gloss. I wasn’t dressing for anyone. Not really. Except maybe I was.

Damon said firmly. "He can shift into a stunning man with shoulder-length brown hair that is oftentimes braided and emerald green eyes. He has a mark on the right shoulder blade of his bow…it looks like a golden tattoo," Heidi explained to us all. Grayson noted all that the brownie had said and knelt before her. "Do you have anything with his scent upon it?" He asked the fidgety creature. Heidi waved him down more and whispered into his ear and Grayson nodded. I watched her dash off quickly and return a moment later with a small cloth she carried pinched between her tiny fingers.

I honestly wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I was done getting dressed, and started pulling open drawers in the bathroom and found several brushes, and they looked new, or new enough. I wasn’t really picky about that kind of stuff. I brushed out my long brown hair, and managed to get it wrestled into a braid. It was pretty thick with a lot of natural waves to it, so sometimes it fought me on it. I even found a bunch of ponytail holders so I managed to keep it secure. Then I threw what I had been wearing in the trash and shoved it down.

“It’s a new year, what are you confused about, Jordi?” “New year, new me.” Jane chimed in flipping her hair before eventually giving us such a nice twirl just to show out her new style. A neck length bob cut and she even dyed it ashy grey which was glistening as the sunlight was hitting it. I looked over at Nikki who now has new expensive looking weave that’s as long as Rapunzel’s hair. It was a forty-inch weave that moved so silky and smooth all the way through her plumped bottoms. She also got a nose piercing that made her look edgier.