Novel & Cerita Urban Beauty Salon

Dalton said and Amber scoffed. "Don't worry,you're also gonna have kids of your own,then you'd tell me what's funny" Amber said facing the window,she couldn't say she was angry at what Tanya had said because she was actually looking forward to being a mother. The drive wasn't that far as soon as they crossed over to the Louis Andrews lane,the shop came into view,it was painted blue with glass doors,a neon sign hanged on the wall saying 'rosie beauty salon' from where they were parked Amber could see that a few people were Inside the shop.

“Sometimes.” That honestly sounded terrifying. The ride continued while Cynthia explained different members of Dominic’s family. By the time we finally stopped in front of a salon, my head already hurt. The salon itself was beautiful. The moment I stepped inside the salon, I paused slightly. The place was quiet. There were no customers anywhere, only workers moving around calmly. The salon itself looked beautiful and expensive, with soft lights, large mirrors, and a clean scent filling the air. They immediately greeted Cynthia the moment they saw her.

The salon smelled of rosewater and lavender, the gentle sound of running water and faint jazz music playing in the background. As soon as they entered, heads turned. Murmurs followed them like shadows. “Isn’t that Christopher Jacobs and the lady from the trending photo?” One woman asked another. “She’s the one… she looks different in person.” Emma felt the weight of a hundred stares. She wanted to sink into the floor. Chris, however, was unbothered. He stepped up to the receptionist and spoke confidently, “She needs a light transformation. Clean glam—think elegance, not overdone. Keep her natural beauty, just elevate it.”

"Rain check then?" "Definitely. Maybe tomorrow night after I hopefully find our security consultant." "Sounds perfect. Good luck with the interview." "Thanks. I'm going to need it." --- The upscale salon in Darwin was exactly the kind of place Berry had never imagined herself entering. Everything was sleek and expensive. "Are you sure about this?" Berry asked as Theo spoke with the salon owner. "It's such a drastic change." "Trust me," Theo said. "You need to look completely different."

That woman can be so frustrating. So we spent a large chunk of the morning, shopping and getting massages in a very expensive spa. Harriet made sure to sort all bills on our behalf, she claimed she was only doing her job as a best friend. We are currently heading into a huge female salon because she wants to take out her Crotchet and fix twenty-two inches, human hair. Guess who gave her the money for it? The hair salon is a wide-open space of mirrors and comfortable leather chairs that swivelled around. The floor was black tiled probably to hide stains and the walls are a brilliant white with spray-painted graffiti art.

but I don’t want to make my hair situation even worse than it is. “You sure?” I ask quietly. Julian looks at me like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and hands me some money which I hesitantly accept. “Yes. And I’ll wait right here.” I nod and open the car door. The heat of the sun hits my skin as I step out and walk towards the salon. The bell above the salon door jingles as I walk in. Three women inside pause mid-conversation. One of them is brushing out someone’s curls. Another is painting bright polish on a client's nails. The youngest, maybe only a few years older than me, glances out the window—and gasps.

At once, Marvin drove off to god's knows where. “Okay dear, we are here!”she said when we got to a beauty salon. My goodness, the exterior designs alone already speaks volume of the kind of people that patronize them. “Alright, let's go in, dear!” She said and we walked in only for the ladies gisting to keep quiet and stare at her. their eyes glimmering with strong adoration and respect for her. “Oh my goodness! You are here as promised, Mrs Ave! What a pleasure to have you here with us!” A chubby middle aged man with extravagant makeup and weird hairdo said with a smile, while walking towards us from an office.

Chloe asked, taking in Arla’s surprised face. “No, I had no idea. I’ve only been out of my room for five minutes. Beth works fast.” Beth grinned, visibly pleased with herself. “Ladies, this is Misha and Sally,” Beth said, pointing to the purple-haired woman on the left, before gesturing to the very tall blonde on the right. “Together, they run my favourite day spa in town, and this afternoon they’re all yours. Facials, body scrubs, nails, hair and make-up. You’ll be walking into the party looking and feeling like a million dollars.”

"Yes, thank you." I was about to invite them for a snack, but Cleo said we needed to go to the salon and she also made an appointment at Vision Care to replace my glasses with a more fashionable one and to get some contact lenses. We went to the salon first. The hairstylist looks really knowledgeable and Cleo didn't choose just any salon. It was outside the mall and had its own building. Hair and More is recognized internationally and they often win competitions. Daphne examines me in the mirror and lets my hair down.

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.