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Larissa asked, "Have you found out who did it?" "It's Nayla. She's also holding a press conference in the exhibition hall next door." It was obvious that Nayla aimed at Larissa. However, Larissa stated calmly, "No rush. Wait until I finish the treatment." Meanwhile, Nayla was showcasing her product to reporters in the neighboring exhibition hall. "After ten years of diligent research, the renowned Master Lennon invented this hair tonic. It provides amazing results for a variety of hair loss issues." Master Lennon was dressed in a vintage suit with an aura of mystery and profundity.

Are they trying to kill him with pneumonia before I get to conduct any research? The rest of the wall disappeared into the ceiling, giving me a full view of him. "There he is..." I whispered, my eyes widening at the sight before me. He's... He's beautiful. Although I couldn't see his face, his body told me everything I needed to know. I don't know what I expected to see when I got here but it definitely wasn't this. The first thing that caught my attention was his hair. His hair looked so silky in its loose curls. It was yinmin blue, a rare type of blue that I've only seen in mixed up chemicals.

The time passed quickly and all too soon they were entering the salon. There were three stylists who worked in bright open space. The Senior Stylist was a short Japanese man with a bright purple Mohawk. Both his arms were covered in tattoos, and Jasmine introduced him as Taki. Working with him was Betty, a short petite blonde who seemed to have trouble meeting his gaze and Alex, a tall bald man with a razor-thin goatee.

she waved. "Hi," Lotus smiled. "Look I might just steal your hair away" Rhythm said, touching her hair as they continued walking to the cafeteria. "Humans don't keep long hair?" Lotus asked. "Humans? Aren't you a human?" Yolanda asked confusedly. "I mean.... "She just loves talking that way," Constance replied. "Oh humans keep long hair but it's rare to see a long silky dark smooth soft one like yours, it's perfect like your skin and face, gosh! I want to kidnap you!" Rhythm said and Lotus smiled.

"This is another me, or maybe you should call him the alternative me. He maybe looks the same as me. But he was totally different from me. There was only one way to know which one is Hikari and Yami. And it was by this jacket. As for me, I prefer the color of the light and it was White. Meanwhile, Yami prefers the color of the dark which was black." Maybe it was easy for them to make sure which one is Yami and which one is Hikari. But they were wondering what will happen if both Hikari and Yami didn't wear the jacket. Hikari knows that they maybe will ask him about that, So he says to them "If you can't recognize us. Then just look at our hair. My hair is a bit white if you notice it. Meanwh

I forced a smile and said, "Oh, darling, don't worry. It's in style right now to have short hair. Like all the other little girls, you look so cool and stylish. Doesn't my Ayla want to look even cooler than mummy to fit in?" In the video call, her soft yellow hair, which was the same color as Isaac's, caught the light and made me think of how much she looked like him. I couldn't help but think of Isaac every time I saw her. Her beautiful blonde hair, which sparkled in the sun just like Isaac's, was a constant reminder. It hurt to know that everything about her, even the color of her hair, was connected to the man who had changed my life. I couldn't tell Ayla that, though. Not now.

Fay replied. "So that you'll be doing what?" Amara asked sarcastically. "Well, I'll sit on the counter and keep you company." Fay replied. "You're not serious, give me something jor." Amara replied as she collected the spaghetti and started preparing it. Fay hopped on the counter, her shirt reaching the middle of her thighs. She have already taken off her wig when she got changed earlier, her natural hair was plaited in just six or seven straight down style. The hands of her hair are really long, touching her shoulders even.

I said, excited. "You better not," she said sternly. "Yes," she then turned to leave. I examined my work one last time. Joy wanted her dark hair straightened, and it was. Anna wanted her hair not too curly, not too straight, and that was achieved. Tamara wanted to have light brown brunette hair curled at the end. I used a semi-permanent dye and Anna's luxurious hair kit. That thing would cost me at least three years of savings. "Will you be able to help me get my hair done?" Amy pouted sadly.

I think I forgot to introduce myself. Hello !! My name is Maze Hamlyn. I have long dark chocolate brown hair and dark brown eyes which appear to be almost black. My skin tone is pale. I am not a curvy type of skinny girl, as I like to eat too much. And lastly, once again I'm an orphan. "Maze!! Are you with us here?" Fred yelled again. Shit! I bit my tongue. This man can really win an Olympic medal in screaming. "Yes, boss I am and I was getting the coffee ready" I lied a little while pouring hot milk in a cup. Actually not fully lying. I was just stating the half-truth.

the other giggles out, sending me a snarky glimpse. “Oh, I know. I was just pointing out the obvious. She definitely doesn't belong here. Look at her hair!” She all but shouts, drawing the onlookers' attention to us even more than it already was. “What's wrong with my hair?” I grind out, fighting the need to flick my hand through my hair to make sure it was okay. I got curls, and I'm not speaking about salon perm curls. I'm talking, born with curls and yeah, it's hard to tame down occasionally. I don't call it my lion's mane for nothing. It's absolutely untamable some mornings.