Urban Beauty Salon Novels & Stories

< Luca’s POV > “Sometimes I was wondering if you have mood swings.” Oh, this is a first. I look to Yu’s direction who has been using that smug look of his. His knuckle was placed neatly on his cheek as he leaned, making him bend a bit for comfort. He eyes both me who has been reading the magazine next to the stand and behind me, Nina, who has been blushing during the hair session. We are at the salon, the finest in Dawn City and when I found out this morning that Nina had been cutting her own hair in the bathroom, I immediately called Yu to set an appointment for La Beau Salon.

She even made up her mind that she was going to give Franco an earful later that night. When they arrived at the beauty salon, the building stood out with its glass front, soft rose-gold signage, and tall pillars. La Reina De Belleza was known among the elite women of Monterrey as the most luxurious beauty palace. Private rooms, champagne on arrival, imported facial products from Paris and Seoul—it was everything Regina wanted to calm the madness. Pablo pulled over and finally unlocked the doors. She opened the door quickly and stepped out. “Thanks for the ride,” she said stiffly.

Immediately they stepped into the house, which we had rebranded, restructured, redesigned, and transformed into a luxurious, stylish salon and beauty place, I wore my nose mask immediately. With my new look—red hair, elevated status, and my face partially covered—how indeed would Tyler recognize that I was the one when I appeared on TV, as I knew I would? My high-ranking staff all stood behind me as they passed me the knife to cut the ribbon for the opening of this new luxury salon. “And this wonderful place shall be called Velvet Aura,” I declared as I cut the ribbon. Everyone clapped as we revealed the 3D design which would be placed outside of the company so that people would know what th

A woman in her thirties approaches us immediately, smiling like we're her favorite customers even though she's never met us before. "You must be Drey," she says, shaking his hand. "And this is Aurelia?" "That's us." "Wonderful. I'm Caroline. Drey told me we're doing a complete makeover today. Hair, makeup, wardrobe, the works." I look at Drey. "The works?" "The works," he confirms. "Caroline is one of the best stylists in the city. She's going to help you find your style. Make you look like the powerful woman you're becoming."

She took his reaction as a disapproval of her look right now. The moment they got inside the salon, a woman named Bridgette immediately greeted Devlin. He must have frequently visited this place but this salon is exclusive for women only. She did not have time to think further as someone came to talk to Devlin. Amber noted that she is a very beautiful, sophisticated woman. She has long, straight black hair. She looks so confident in the way she speaks and carries herself gracefully. She wonders who the woman might be…

Time to put some of it to work. By 8 AM, I was showered, dressed in my still-frumpy clothes, and standing outside a salon I'd researched at 3 AM. The fanciest in the city. The kind of place where celebrities got their hair done and regular people couldn't afford the consultation f*e. I pushed open the door. And entered. The salon was all white marble and gold fixtures, with soft music playing and stylists gliding between chairs like they owned the world. Every single one of them was beautiful, polished, expensive.

she said, beckoning them to a plush seating area, where the scent of luxurious shampoos and conditioners wafted through the air. As they settled in, the stylist began to work her magic, her skilled hands massaging their scalps, and her expert eyes assessing their hair. The sound of gentle chatter and the soft hum of blow dryers created a soothing background melody, as Naya and Hazel surrendered to the pampering, their laughter and whispers intertwining with the salon's warm atmosphere.

Sarah and Harrison had been close friends for years, and their bond was evident in the way they greeted each other. Harrison explained that I was in need of some pampering and a makeover. Sarah beamed with enthusiasm, promising to work her magic. She led us further into the salon, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The salon was a haven of relaxation and transformation. The soft, soothing music played in the background, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The air was filled with a gentle fragrance, and the soft lighting added to the calming ambiance. I was guided to a comfortable chair, and Sarah wasted no time in assessing what needed to be done. She asked abou

Shan grinned at me before dragging me away. I let her. The idea of spending girl time with her was quite appealing. The past few weeks were a bit hectic. What with the move and the tense confrontation with Victor. I needed this respite, I acknowledged silently, and went along with her. We went to a famous salon, New York’s Creation, and immediately attended upon our arrival. We sat side by side while a hair stylist cut our hair. Shan opted for an effortless chic bob that is popular nowadays. The hairdo was characterized by slightly tousled, natural-looking waves with a curtain that looked good on her.

Even if Electra had known any of the answers, the other woman did not slow down long enough to allow any answers. Giving a quick wave to the woman who insisted that they do lunch, Electra nervously stepped into the beauty salon. It was sleek with glossy white floors and walls contrasted by the black lacquered shelves and reception desk. The chairs were chrome with bright lime green cushions. The young man behind the reception desk wore a lime green t-shirt with CURL UP AND DYE on the front. He smiled broadly at her and stood up as he greeted her.