Urban Beauty Salon Novels & Stories

We helped Armaan too in his shopping then went to the food zone cause we were starving duh lol. We slipped in our seats and ate our McDonald's burgers and sipped coke. After sometime we went to the Beauty and hair salon. Armaan dropped us there and left cause he had some important work and what will he do in a lady's salon?! We did our hands, legs, neck and shoulder massage. Removed unnecessary hairs with waxing and threading. We also did our facials. Then we did manicure and pedicure. Mum straightened her hair with L'Oreal permanent hair straightening. Sam gave her hair a slight brownish colour whilst I had a little cut with some loose curls. It took almost 4 hours and it was already 8PM.

Blanca's beauty salon is located away from the pool. It was supposed to be a guest house, but she turned it into a "mini spa". It's huge. You can easily get twenty people's hair done and whatever else you want here. I walk through the door feeling the air conditioning on, it's freezing in here. The space is large and bright, with huge windows that let natural light in, bathing the room in a soft, welcoming glow. The walls are covered in elegant wallpaper with a discreet and sophisticated pattern in shades of silver, complemented by dark wood panels. Modern chandeliers in arches hang from the ceiling. Blanca is having her nails done, while the hairdresser touches up her roots. She's drinking

Dad is still attractive and handsome while Mom is still as beautiful and sexy as before. "Evie, are you okay with your Dad's decision? We're not selling you, princess. It's just for business. To stay consistent, princess," Mom spoke as we are in the middle of the road making our way to the salon she always booked, D's Salon. It has services like professional hair cutting and hairstyling, manicures, pedicures, massage, makeups, makeovers, etc. It offers a variety of cosmetic treatments and cosmetic services for both men and women.

They talked and laughed through the drive, the kind of easy laughter that only came when hearts were light. Emma told stories about her office and her annoying boss. Zara shared how she’d nearly burned breakfast that morning. Clara mostly listened, smiling quietly, though every now and then she joined in, surprising them with her small but witty comments. Lena felt free. It was rare that feeling of normal life. ... When they arrived, the salon stood out immediately. It was built with glass walls that reflected the sun, its sign written in neat gold letters: Eden Luxe Salon. Inside, everything glowed. The floor was white marble, the chairs were cream leather, and the air smelled faintly of ja

A sweet smile appeared on Harah's face. Tomorrow.. Harah went to the Salon to get her hair done. And Harah has also had a derma at Beautique.. They are complete there starting with pedicure, manicure and hairdo. "You look even better with your hair, Madam." praise of the staff named Mich. Harah nodded and thanked her. "Thank you so much for making me over. I feel a little refreshed." Harah said. Harah and Shawn could barely sleep for the next few days with so much excitement.

“Can we just focus on... Ferusio? You must really love the place.” “Furioso,” she corrects me. “And yes, I love it. It's the only salon I've been going to for years and trust me, you’re going to love it too. Furioso’s not all about the botox and the mani-pedis—they’ve got the hottest stylists, the best gossip and more champagne than a Kardashian’s birthday party. It’s the most extravagant waste of time and money a girl could ask for!” The way she's so excited about a beauty salon makes me want to chuckle. She's so superficial, so unapologetically materialistic. She's like a walking, talking advert for luxury living—and yet, despite her shallow tendencies, Sabrina is so damn likeable.

Julian enters, his face a mixture of hope and tentativeness, “There are some people here to see you.” “See me?” I inquire, suddenly feeling my hands become clammy. He opens the door wide as two very gorgeous women step inside, both dressed in matching white, figure-hugging coats – the kind you’d see someone wearing at the cosmetics or perfume department – black leggings and their braids up in buns with black headbands around their heads that say ‘Be You Salon’ in glittering pink cursive. They both look like they’ve been drinking from the fountain of youth with their gorgeous-looking almond skin, meanwhile, I’m standing here in a robe feeling and looking like a frump.

Chapter nine. Their stories CITY A. Beauty Hour Salon. "Be careful there." Lexi snarled at the lady massaging her toes. Trembly, the young lady apologized and carried on with her work clumsily. Getting Lexi pissed off gradually. Then another lady who looked older walked into the room. She was the manager of the studio. With a smile, she said, "When would you like to get your hair done ma'am? A stylist is free at the moment."

Isioma had read about it on one of the famous blogs she frequented during her less busy days. It was one of the most visited hair salons in the whole of Texas. They offered facial treatment, hair care, manicure, and pedicure, makeup services amongst others. Sometimes, the men who followed their wives to the salon would use two stones to kill a bird. The men, defying all odds of masculinity, would get their feet washed and their faces taken care of. Upon entry, one could almost assume it to be a unisex salon.

“Thank you. I have to remind you again, she’s not here. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” The disappointment on my face was probably visible. “You know we need to talk but it will come later as I need to entertain my clients. Come with me, I’ll take you to the reception where Leo is waiting for you.” Marica took me to the back of the main salon to join Leo and other guests for the opening. The salon was spacious, luxurious and they had extended services such as massage and spa, unlike the older branch which solely focused on Salon services. The place was named Hermosa Salon and Spa which is more likely to cater to rich clients.