Urban Beauty Salon Novels & Stories

BB was a multinational corporation and every person in the USA of out of it was aware of this company and Billina Bernand. At a very small age, she just made her name as the ruthless businesswoman of America. She was all over the news and on the front pages of magazines like Forbes, Vogue, Cosmopolitan, Elle and many more. And for the past two months, she was on the cover of Forbes with a title 'Billina Bernand, the billionaire beauty'. Many bachelor young businessmen were after her but she was simply not interested. Clara and Ron were waiting for their boss's arrival. "Ma'am, Ritz Carlton is being booked for your lunch with the Parkers and I've invited them," Clara informed after she greete

We had decided we both always wanted to own a shop of some kind, and we'd both been discussing ideas all day it's been crazy fun. Next, she says we should hit a beauty salon and get a makeover. Brianna pays and leaves a big tip. Im having so much fun for once. im not even upset she's spending so much money as we head to the next place. Where she tells them to make us beautiful. The lady says that won't be hard and Brainna laughs. The lady who gets me says she's not gonna do much. She trims off the dead ends and gives me a slight layered cut, barely taking off any length, which is great because I love my long hair. Then she decided to do loose wavey curls, and after that, she did my makeup. W

Under the skilled hands of the attentive staff, I surrendered to a rejuvenating facial that felt nothing short of alchemy on my skin. The treatment included a gentle yet effective skin peel that unveiled my inner radiance, followed by a nourishing, moisture-rich regimen that left my complexion feeling impossibly soft, almost ethereal in its smoothness. My journey of transformation reached its peak in the beauty salon, where a talented stylist gazed at my hair and skin with a warmth that radiated genuine admiration. “Miss DuBois,” she exclaimed with a bright smile, “your hair and skin are absolutely glowing! Let's indulge you with a luxurious silk conditioner that will leave your locks irresi

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Claire was surprised. Adrianna smiled. “Sis, you probably don’t know this, but our Sharpay is now working at City Salon. It’s a high-end place, and people who go there are super rich women. If you know any one of them, you might have a chance to get to know Mr. Perfect whatsoever from them!” “Aren’t there only women going to the salon?” “Social circles are different, they’d obviously also know men!” Claire was a little speechless, but then she kept thinking about the matter of Lush Cosmetics in her heart and continued to ask Sharpay more about some things. When Sharpay answered her questions, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

Although I mused this might not be a terrible thing. I followed the directions on my phone to the address, coming onto a very elegant looking street, I realised where he’d sent me. It was a beauty salon. I stopped outside the fancy looking salon and stared at its gold and black exterior. God he was such a dick. I debated whether or not just to go. No one could make me go in. But then it would be very unlikely Mr Stone would continue this agreement. Taking a deep breath, I walked through the front doors. The salon smelled of various different perfumes. The many types of potions and lotions mixing together to create a heady atmosphere.

I needed air, a change of scenery. A small salon near the city center was my choice. It wasn't a fancy place with laminated mirrors or plush gold chairs, just a simple salon I'd heard about from my neighbors. They said the people there were friendly, the work was neat, and most importantly, it had a warm atmosphere. As soon as I entered, the scent of shampoo mixed with the scent of jasmine greeted me. The room wasn't large, but it was bright, with tall mirrors reflecting the light. In the corner was a shelf filled with bottles of hair care products, their colors vibrant.

I already love this, to begin with, I have never seen anything like this, the city is really a place of high class. The staff, dressed in impeccable attire, greeted us both with warm smiles and guided us through the salon's luxurious offerings. I tried to make it known I am no guest but Cecilia immediately changed the topic. As I ventured deeper into the salon, I discovered a labyrinth of private treatment rooms, each one a sanctuary dedicated to rejuvenation and pampering. Each room boasted sumptuous furnishings, draped in the finest fabrics, evoking a sense of decadence and comfort.

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.

Justine said, "I changed my hairstyle every two days, but, It's been ten days, and I haven't been to the salon, please I need to make my air," Natalia said, "Okay, okay, no problems, but you will have to wait until In the evening," Justine said, "How can I go to the salon At night, can you call a Uber taxi to take me to the salon?" Natalia asked, "No way, I don't want you to be molested and embarrassed," Justine said,