Regina George Hairstyles Novels & Stories

A maid stepped in before she could respond. “Good morning ma'am. It's time for you to take your medicine. Would you prefer to take your bath first, or should I serve your food?” She asked politely. Regina just blinked at her, completely dumbfounded. When the maid got no response, she averted her gaze towards the bathroom. “I'll prepare your bath first then.” After the bath, she sat in front of the mirror as the maid blow-dried her hair. “Your hair is beautiful, ma'am.” She complimented me with a sweet smile. The maid looked young, Regina guessed she was either sixteen or seventeen years of age.

It was a simple but elegant look with a halter neckline and mermaid cut skirt that hugged her figure. She paired it with black heels and a black clutch bag covered with crystals. Excited about their date, she wore it and pulled her newly colored hair up. Finishing it off with simple makeup. She carefully parked the car on the driveway and waited for Stephen’s driver to fetch her. “Oh, my, Georgina, is that you?” Massimo saw her in the living room. “Massimo,” Georgina came to him and pecked his cheeks. “You look stunning! The hair color, is that brown?”

I tilted the mirror slightly, and sure enough, there she was looking so tall, blonde, dressed head to toe in designer clothes, and dripping with the kind of smug arrogance that made my blood boil. "Afternoon, Regina!" one of the stylists greeted her. "Same color touch-up as always?" "Yes, please," Regina said, sliding her sunglasses onto her head as she sat down two chairs away from me. "I've got a charity dinner tonight, and Marco insists I look 'perfect.' Like I don't already." The stylist laughed politely. I slouched down a little in my chair, hoping she wouldn't glance my way. My hair was wet and half-dyed, so maybe even if she did look, she wouldn't recognize me. Still, I held my breath

She knew the business better than anyone else and definitely it was she and not Jacqueline, who deserved to fill in Peter's shoes and continue his good work. Instilled with inbuilt courage and newfound determination, Regina exchanged the dress for a grey pantsuit which she hated but was perfect for what she had in mind and for where she was going. She opted for kitchen heels, comfortable but suave. She twisted her hair into a severe chignon and massaged her lips with mild pink lip gloss. Her appearance took Donovan by surprise. He gaped at her, shutting and opening his mouth like a fish. She was in her element. Regina was good at looking good.

William stated firmly, dismissing her concerns. Regina was fully occupied preparing River for the blind date. She took her shopping for clothes at the mall, ensuring she found the perfect outfit. Afterwards, they headed to the salon for a makeover, where River had her hair styled and nails done. River looked stunning in a short black gown that hugged her perfect slim figure. The gown featured an alluring open back that added a touch of sexiness to her look. She completed the outfit with white platform heels and a silver purse, while her hair was elegantly tied up in a bun.

A deliberate choice. Regina tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the long waves now falling nearly to her waist. The color had deepened over the years, shifting from bright copper to something richer — darker, almost like dried blood in certain light. She’d stopped trying to tame it long ago, letting it fall naturally instead of twisting it into tight braids like she used to. Her green eyes met her reflection briefly in the polished surface of the espresso machine behind the counter. Older. Not harder exactly — but quieter. More contained.

Leo must have thought she had given up completely because he had even invited her family members to the ceremony. Regina spent hours getting herself ready, she needed to look perfect for this day. Regina wore a stunning red dress with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. She paired it with strappy gold heels and a matching clutch. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and she wore a simple gold necklace and earrings to complete the look.

Spending the rest of the day with Regina turned out not as bad as he thought. Albeit that the connection between them was missing, the silence was rather relaxing. It took the weight of everything off his shoulders. Regina crossed her legs as she sat on the sofa in the living room reading. He noticed that she cut her hair short, and had straightened her hair with a curling iron. She wore a long summer dress that covered her knees, one he had not noticed her wear before. The chiffon material was sheer to begin with, and left nothing to the imagination.

Regina sat with hair that was not completely dry, with water still dripping from the ends. Because Regina's hair was still wet, the back of her dress was soaked as well. "Should I change my clothes again? You might as well call Terri downstairs; I can't do all this alone." Regina held her wet hair. As a nobleman's daughter, Regina had always been cared for, even in small matters. So it was only natural that she felt anxious now because she had never done this alone. As she was about to leave the room, Hertia opened the door, startling her.

The hairdresser had crafted an elegant updo with my blonde hair, embellished with delicate pearls and a touch of hair glitter. “Damn, girl!” Regina’s voice burst with excitement, breaking my momentary trance. “If I were a guy, I’d want to steal you from Ray.” A blush crept onto my cheeks, deepening the rosy hue. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I replied, turning to face her. “But you look absolutely stunning, Regina.” She truly did. Her black, form-fitting gown emphasized her figure, and her copper-golden hair flowed down her slender shoulders in effortless waves. I had no doubt that she had plenty of admirers in school.