Platinum Blonde With Lowlights の小説・ストーリー

"If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights." If it was any customer other than Sue, I wouldn't be so open with my assessment. But Sue was my very first customer over five years ago. We know each other very, very well. In her late fifties, she is spunky and fun. I want to be her when I grow up. "I think Quincy's right," Geni says, winking at me. She always backs me up when it comes to Sue's disastrous ideas. "Highlights and lowlights are the way to go. They'll be beautiful on you."

It told me my name means light, and Nika confirmed it. We went to Kleery Lake, and she said, "I lied about my coven. I learned a dark spell and destroyed them." Hesitant, I ask, "Are they dead?" "No, worse. They're powerless." We laugh, and she says, "Silver looks great on you, Lucy." "It's white, but to make it sound "cool," they call it platinum white." "Whatever they call it, it fits you perfectly." "Your hair color fits you too. The red was nice, but this is more you. What's it called?"

No. Her platinum hair lay in piles on the floor in front of her. She ran her hand over her scalp. Felt smooth skin and tufts of errant blonde. Felt her palm sticky, wet, cold. Brought it to her face. Blinked. Fought to see clearly, her eyes wet, her vision hazy and blurred.