Novel & Cerita Urban Beauty Salon

I grabbed my mug and headed upstairs to change before the fake domestic bliss choked me. Lani’s salon was tucked between a corner bakery and a bright bodega, but once you stepped inside, it was like walking into a P*******t board: It had glossy white floors, gold-framed mirrors, shelves of perfectly arranged hair products, and the faint smell of coconut oil and fresh coffee. It was a big place and there were a handful of staff working on clients. And there was Lani with her chocolate skin that was glowing under the morning light. She was such a beautiful black woman, her waist-length box braids were pulled into a high ponytail that made her look like a queen.

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.

"Normal is overrated." "Hello, Your Royal Highness!" a woman with bright blonde hair greeted them at the door. "My name is Kayla Thompson, the owner of Aurora Coiffeurs, the best beauty salon in Estrea! What would you like to have done today?" She motioned toward three cosmetologists and a nail tech standing at their stations. "My associates and I are here to assist." "Thank you," Ari said. "We appreciate you closing your salon for us today. Next time, I'll call ahead."

She can’t have erased me that easily. Out loud, his tone was smooth, professional. “The Shaw Group is diversifying into fashion and lifestyle branches. We want to partner with ateliers that stand for innovation, fresh design, and exclusivity. Your collection...” his gaze flicked briefly to her portfolio, then to her eyes “...fits perfectly into that vision. Together, we can launch something that changes the game.”

The boss of the beauty salon smiled as he said, “Harold, both of us are just like brothers. Since I have already made a promise to you, I will definitely get things done perfectly!” “Great!” Harold smiled and said, “Give me half an hour!” After he was done speaking, Harold reminded Ben, “Ben, you should not accept any other customers in your beauty salon in the morning today to avoid any unexpected trouble.” “Don’t worry! I definitely will not accept any other customers today! I will just take on your order!” *** While Elaine was still soaking in the bathtub and enjoying her bath, a Rolls-Royce stopped outside the entrance of the beauty salon.

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

Within minutes I was seated at a table surrounded by shewolves. “You’re even prettier up close.” “Thank you,” I responded, feeling my face heat up in a blush. Several women laughed. “It really is a pleasure to meet you, Lyra,” one of the woman murmured, squeezing my hands gently. She smoothly slid a gold-embossed business card toward my saucer. “I run an aesthetic clinic in Paris. We specialize in cellular regeneration treatments that human science hasn’t even conceived yet. It will be a pleasure to host you.”

However, when the salon's director made her entrance, David paused, caught off-guard. It was a well-known fact: the beauty biz did not do ugly. The woman in front of him had been a knockout—porcelain skin, bold features, and a smile that could light up a room, her exotic allure untouched by any hint of makeup. She had been a walking billboard for the salon's promise of natural beauty. With impeccable manners and a soft smile playing on her lips, she greeted him, "Hello, sir. I'm the director of Sunny Glow Beauty Salon. What's your name, if I may ask?"

The following day, Constantine did as he said. He picked me up by 6 a.m. and dropped me at a famous beauty salon in Moon City half hour later. The hairdresser bowed to Constantine. “Good morning. Lord Constantine, right? You come with a new beauty. Let me handle her, and you will be surprised when I have done with her.” Constantine nodded. “I want her to look the best but as elegant as possible.” The hairdresser clicked his tongue. “Naughty! You pick sexy for one and elegant for another. I guess this one is for the lady, huh?”

It wouldn’t be her fault if she found herself with no choice. Lying on my bed, I raised my phone over my head and began to type a reply. But then, before I could finish it, I saw an email notification coming in. When I saw the subject line and email address, I sat up in alarm. Holy smokes! It’s from Urban Next Design Studio! I remembered how I often stopped in front of their display window and even explored the studio a few times. I liked it so much because it had been founded by an American, but had risen to success fast here in Paris.