Sun-in For Black Hair の小説・ストーリー

The hairdresser was a kind woman, my mother just brushed her hair and I wanted to do something different. 一 Have you thought about what you want my love? Yes, I want my hair and my eyebrows in a light brown color. Your request is my command. My hair was a dark brown color and many times my mother told me it was dark as night, I really wanted to change and the first step would be the hair. She started bleaching my hair, which I didn't think was necessary, but she was the professional and after 30 minutes my hair was already completely blonde, my scalp itched and burned, but according to the hairdresser Sheila this was normal and here we went for another hour.

Jesse took his time and was easy with brushing her hair. The doctor had said her scalp was healing nicely from where they had cut it but to be easy for a while because it would be sensitive. It didn’t take long for Renee’s body to start relaxing. She’d always enjoyed him playing with her hair or brushing it. “I do have a question.” “Ask away,” Jesse said. “I can see the roots of my hair. And judging by that and something else, I have reddish-blonde hair. I think it’s pretty, so why did I keep dying my hair black? I don't think it looks good like that."

PRISCILLIA P.O.V I honestly didn't understand why the sun decided to cook my fresh skin this morning. I usually stayed under the sun from like 7:00 to 7:30, just to be blessed naturally with VITAMIN D. It was a daily routine, a daily routine that blessed my skin and bones in different measures. All my years of carrying out this action I have never felt this roasted, I mean I had just spent ten minutes. Just ten minutes under the sun and I was already sweating terribly. If you hadn't known better you would think I fell into the pool. I honestly felt like I had offended nature, like it was just 7:10 and the sun was this hot, I wondered what it would be like at noon.

Nah! I looked at him and he was sleeping so peacefully. I moved my head a bit and the sun rays now was falling on him. Aww! Why is he so handsome today? I kept admiring him and his short black hair looked hazel in colour due to sun rays falling. He looked more cute than handsome. I slowly brushed his hair with my long nails, "Stop admiring me." his deep voice reached my ears and I looked at him. He didn't open his eyes but still had a smirk on his face.

“He is actually dating Bryson now.” “Oh, damn.” Marie winced. “Well, it would be challenging to get your hair color instantly. There will be no damage free way to color your hair lighter. You will need to bleach bath your hair and then use a toner to match your natural color. And since your natural color is extremely light, it may take some time to get back and you may have to settle for a lighter version rather than your natural platinum blonde color.” She motioned for Kelsey to sit down then started to check her hair. “Then we could regularly trim it, cut off the ends which would probably be damaged from the bleaching process.”

I replied all excited. “See you in an hour, babes!” Helen and Jane squeal in unison. Since I was still hungry, I kept some spaghetti to boil on the stove after which I hopped in for a long soothing shower to clear my foggy head filled with dirty thoughts of Mr. Holt. I lather my hair with coconut and yuzu shampoo from The Body Shop’s range of hair and bodycare. Their shower cream works magic to rub off all the stress of the day. After rinsing, I scrunch my hair to form tiny ringlets as well as trap moisture in my curly hair and wrap myself in a fluffy bathrobe.