Novel & Cerita Jaded Braids

I was determined to make a statement tonight, to showcase my personality and uniqueness through not just my hairstyle but also my clothes. With a sense of determination, I rummaged through my overflowing closet, searching for something that would perfectly complement my box braids. Clothes flew in all directions as I desperately sought the right combination. Just as hope was beginning to wane, my determined hands landed on a black crop top hidden behind a row of dresses. The simplicity of its design spoke to me, as did the daring confidence that it exuded.

Talk about killing 2 birds with 1 stone. I braided my hair into a perfect French braid and tucked the braid into a neat bun at the nape of my skull. I secured the hell out of it with bobby pins and doused it in hairspray. Not a single strain of my hair was loose. I normally didn’t use a lot of hair products because I hated washing my hair every day. But today can be an exception. I have to look perfect. I have to set a good example for my work center. Sometimes, I hated being a 1st class. I hated responsibilities. Today is one of those days. No sleep meant being a bitch.

Chapter 66 - Under The Unknown Royal Bloods Antheia’s POV I stepped into my yellow floral dress that flowed down to just above my ankle and sat in front of the mirror to blow dry my hair before putting it in a french braid. I can never go wrong with braids, it is the most convenient style to tie my hair tightly without worrying of getting it loose anytime and losing my hair into a wild mess. Ponytail is good too but it only holds the hair in a single strap, once you lose your elastic band or the tightness of it, your hair could easily get messy. At least for braids, your hair is tightly secured in multiple knots.

Jennifer sprayed some stuff that smelled good on my hair and then began braiding it. “I’ll start at your crown and work my way down,” Jennifer said as her fingers worked magic on my hair. “I’ll leave a few tendrils around your face to soften the look.” Watching Jennifer smooth and braid my hair, adding sections as she went, was fascinating. “You make it look easy to do,” I said. “I have a lot of practice,” Jennifer replied. “The braids will stay in place for a few days. Ring for me, and I’ll take them out for you when your ready.”

The dress was breathtaking. I wore the white glass slippers with some heels that had been with the dress and once again surveyed myself in the mirror. The only thing that seemed out of place was my hair. I stare at it for minutes, trying to picture what I wanted to do with it. I tried putting it in a ponytail, but it didn’t add up. Last minute, I remembered the braid Grace had taught me to wear. She’d used Jaime’s hair to teach me. I sat on the bed and took my time, putting all of my unruly curls in a braid.

He looked so handsome there was no way my heart could resist galloping away. “You look beautiful.” “Really, you don’t mind the braids?” He frowned then shook his head. “They look perfect on you princess,” I grinned. “My head is throbbing though. I don’t want to think of the night I will have.” The frown was back again, Peter’s eyes going to my hair. “If it hurts we should go back and they take it down,” “No love, the braids are beautiful and in a few days I will be just fine,” “A few days, Jade, turn the car around!”

I turned to Leah and said, “I was just teasing you; I love it, I do. Thank you, Leah.” Leah let out the breath she had been holding and looked relieved at my comment. Julie walked up behind me and started doing my hair. She divided my hair up and began doing several warrior braids in my hair. I loved the look the girls had given me. I felt great, and I looked great. Looking at my reflection, I realised I looked ten times more confident than I felt. Leah and Julie had provided me with the perfect camouflage to get through the upcoming ceremony!

I got mini nape-length braids while Rose got knotless braids at nape length too and Ruby had hers in Ghana weaving style at mid-back length. One thing I liked about Belleview was their system of versatile hairdos. You could rock whatever style you like but not more than mid-back length and it mustn't be too flashy or elaborate and it must also be in black if you're making use of hair extensions. Also, just extensions, no weave-ons or human hair, just attachments. As much as I liked how beautiful I looked, it didn't ease the pain I was feeling. Braids were painful.I took some headache relief medications and took a nap. Thankfully the pain was relieved a bit.

One day I'll do it, I thought as I slipped out of my room into Amara's room. She's dressed in a knee length short and a crop top, her braids arranged on top of her head, the curls falling to her waist and on top of her butt, the front of her hair were small braids just above her eyes with tiny colourless beads attached to each hand of her hair. The hair is hot, I've got to admit but I love my wigs more, plaiting hair is a stress and strain I'll gladly dodge. I took my perfume out of my bag and sprayed it all over my body, I sprayed and sprayed till Amara cut in.