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She bit her lip, debating whether to protest further, but when they arrived at the salon, her argument faded. The place was breathtaking. The high-end luxury salon catered to both men and women, each in their own lavish sections. The scent of expensive hair products filled the air, and soft music played in the background. The floors gleamed, and the staff moved with smooth efficiency, dressed in sleek uniforms that exuded professionalism.

Now this is worrying, I pull out my phone and call his number and just like before there is no answer. Knowing that I can’t lose my cool, Cameron, Douglas, Randolf and I enter the salon. Douglas and Randolf stop just inside the door as I walk up to the reception counter with Cameron by my side, I press the bell and then we wait. It isn’t long before a young male comes out from the back and when he gets behind the counter he says, “Welcome to Elegant Moon, how may I help you?” “Yes his wife and my girlfriend came in here at around lunch, can you tell us whether they are still here?”

The salon was like a dream. Bright lights. Warm sweet smell of shampoo and hair oils. Golden mirrors lined the wall, and everywhere looked soft, classy and perfect. The chairs were shiny black leather, and white flowers sat neatly in glass vases. It felt like stepping into another world. So clean… so soft… so girly… Even Limene paused in my head. “Wow… fancy,” she murmured. “Yea,” I whispered back to her. “Very fancy.”

The salon exuded elegance, with dazzling crystal chandeliers casting a radiant glow upon racks of stunning dresses. She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Leona grinned mischievously, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. ‘Well, well, Mrs Westwood, let’s get you dolled up.’ Callie’s brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the situation. ‘Can you please stop calling me Mrs Westwood? It’s... it’s not me. I’m not used to it.’ Leona’s laughter filled the air, her eyes squinting with amusement. ‘Aw, poor little Mrs Westwood, not used to the married life yet, huh? Well, I guess I’ll have to say it a few more times so you can get used to it faster.’

Maybe it was because of my unruly hair that Nina noticed it, too. My attendant seemed acquainted with the head hairdresser, a stylish blonde woman named Bonnie from Martin’s Salon. The salon had an aesthetic charm with its minimalistic interiors. The padded chairs were cream-colored and positioned in front of large mirrors. The entire place was well-lit by elegant fixtures, and the scent of floral hair treatments made it even more inviting, leaving me amazed at the extent of the Cunningham network. It was as if Bonnie had been waiting for our arrival. “Nina, dear! Is this her?” Bonnie greeted Nina with delight, giving her cheeks a quick peck. She even excused herself from a chat she had to a

The salon is a little white building with a hot pink trim and a front door that matches. It looks cute, kind of like what I would imagine for the barbies that I played with as a young child. When we walk in though, the pink is a little less dramatized as almost all of the surfaces are a gleaming stainless steel with just some slight hot pink trim running through the building. Most of the surfaces that are not steel are white though. It looks very bright and open.

I step down from the limousine with my three inches platform red heels which was clicking on the floor made with pop. Sebastian held my hands and we moved inside the salon. Inside the salon is a haven of elegance and refinement soft molded tones and rich textures such as carpet velvet drapes and polished wood which creates a serene atmosphere. The air was filled with the soothing scent of essential oils and the sound of gentle music floats through the space. They have different kinds of rooms in which I can't number it because it was too much with lavishly appointed with high - end equipment and soothing color schemes, designed to promote relaxation and rejuvenation.

"I've got to go, Sarah. Talk to you tomorrow." And then I hang up. Just like that; Sarah is the queen of getting the last word in and I always let her. But hanging up so abruptly on Sarah Gonzales? My heart is racing; I shouldn't be smiling, but I am. I'm grinning ear to ear. "Delphine Hair and Nails!" A preppy voice beside me startles me half to death. The petite blonde laughs when I jump. "I'm sorry," she says, still laughing. "It's fine. I'm easily scared." I peek inside the brightly lit salon, filled with people. "Is this new?"

The salon was bustling with activity, but our stylists, Rachel and Emily, greeted us warmly and led us to our stations. As we settled in, Rachel asked me about my hair preferences. "So, Charlotte, what are you thinking? A sleek blowout or something more elaborate?" I hesitated, unsure, but Sophie jumped in with her opinion. "Charlotte, you have to get a braided crown! It'll look stunning with your dress." I nodded, convinced, and Rachel got to work expertly braiding my hair.

There was a chorus of excited applause as Isabel and Cassie walked into the salon where Isabel had her night shift. Hair Glam was a quirky little salon owned by two sisters who treated all of their staff and customers like a part of a big happy family. It was a charming salon that was decorated with varying shades of grey, blue and gold. Two wide rectangular mirrors placed parallel to each other allowed the patrons to view their hair as it was being made. The line of midnight blue swivel chairs placed in front of the mirror was half occupied with customers whose hair were being worked on by various staff. The salon’s standing hair dryers and hair washing basins were currently not in use. The