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she said wistfully. I paused, an idea forming. “Wait right here,” I told her, setting down the scissors. I remembered buying some temporary hair color sprays for the mother-daughter fashion show, but had never wound up using them. They were still in my bathroom cabinet. Sure enough, I found the cans exactly where I’d left them. I grabbed one and returned to Thea’s room. “I know this is pink instead of purple, but what do you think?” I held it up.

'Maybe it's my witch side that's throwing everything off? I said. 'Maybe.' Halo replied. The heat was getting too intense. I threw the blanket back and headed for the bathroom. I stripped down and hopped in. I showered first, needing to feel clean, but then I just let the cold water fall down on me. I let it run down my hair, needing my scalp to cool, too. I stood under the cold water for a long while. I finally stepped out and did my regular routine and moisturized my hair. I grabbed a cotton thong and a comfortable black, non-padded sheer bra. My hair usually takes forever to dry, but because I was so hot, it was dry within 15 minutes. I walked over to the dresser that sat in the corner of

“Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.” “Wow, that’s cool. Come, want some popcorn? I’m watching reruns of the Kardashians.” “Nah, I’m heading upstairs to try out this purple shampoo! Betsy said it will give my hair shine and even out the color.” “No brassy ends. She did a neat job sis.” Tanner walks downstairs. “Barbie in the house!” “Shut up Tanner!” “What’s in the bag?” Tanner looks in the plastic bag. “Purple shampoo! Now that’s more like it. Purple hair is cool, you can be in my famous band one day with that hair. I underestimated you sis.”

In the reflection of the mirror, she listened and observed. Cassandra worked quickly, pulling out a brush, comb, and styling products from a nearby drawer. She lined them up across the desk. Her fingers raked over Jade's hair, examining it and testing the texture. She poured a yellow cream into her palm and then rubbed her hands together. Starting from the top, she kneaded the product into her scalp with her fingertips.

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

"As my wоmаn I wоuld nеvеr allow you tо dуе уоur hаіr another соlоr. Nothing іn a bоttlе саn іmрrоvе upon whаt Gоd аnd nаturе hаvе wrоught, much lіkе уоur соrnеlіаn. In аddіtіоn, nо реrmѕ fоr уоu as thе chemicals used wіll damage healthy virgin hаіr. I ѕаіd, аѕ I wаѕ running mу fіngеrѕ thrоugh Puppy's hаіr. Tаnnіng bооthѕ are definitely оut, lоng раіntеd nails; never, ѕеnѕіblе manicured nails аbѕоlutеlу." "Adаm уоu were not gоіng tо allow me аnу оf thоѕе thіngѕ еvе n if I wеrе nоt уоur woman." "Yоu аrе аbѕоlutеlу соrrесt mу dеаr. Tell me mу precocious Puрру. Tell mе as mу wоmаn, оr lоvеr, or nеіthеr, hоw wіll уоu bе wеаrіng уоur hаіr іn thе future? "Whаt wіll bе mу preferences? I unbuttоnеd

she smiled to her phone, ‘and probably never will…’ She wiped her fake tears away as her expression returned back to happiness. “And just in case you’re wondering why my mascara doesn't fade away after I cry so much,” Lydia paused while her left hand was reaching out a pencil-like object from her Chanel purse, ”I’m using the latest product of Lydia cosmetics, its Lydia’s eye water-proof mascara V.02, and only cost $99,99 each, it doesn't include the shipping cost. Such a steal, right?” Her recent Woof post got 10.000 likes from her post and it had been reposted for 2000 times in the past thirty minutes. Her makeup sales also went up to 120%.

Hers lifts up with a taunting smile. "No" "Yes" "I don't want a freaking bang!" "It's a clip on you idoit!" "Oh" only then do I relax and take a seat. She pulls out a wig clip on full wispy bang from her box. It's black with the fronts bleached red. She opens my drawer and cusses when she sees the bullets and knives that occupied the first slot. She pulls out the second one and thanks God when she sees hair materials like brushes, combs and hair spray. She begins to work her magic on my hair. I wonder how I'll look with a bang, this will be my first time trying it out. Tiana looks down at me like she wants to tell me something. I blink twice.

Olivia I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck. “Oh! This? God, it’s actually kind of insane. I went to this exclusive chromatherapy spa in the Upper East Side—you know, one of those weird holistic places that charge a fortune to dip you in flower water and call it healing—and they convinced me to try this experimental gemstone-infused hair mist. Supposedly enhances aura flow or whatever.” I rolled my eyes and let out a nervous laugh. “I thought it was just a light gloss treatment, but apparently the rubies were not color-safe. I didn’t even notice until I got into the car and saw my reflection in the windshield. Like—surprise! So…yeah…”