Novel & Cerita Very Light Strawberry Blonde Hair

While pretending to wipe the glasses, I catalog every single thing I can tell about her from where I stand. She's on the shorter side; if she were standing next to me, she'd probably come up to my collarbone. Her hair is this weird mix of dark and light. Almost like she's probably dyed it blonde once or twice to fit in, but her natural color is as dark as the aura surrounding her.

He instantly returned a reply. "It's violet! Not purple, douchebag." She replied, adjusting her newly made fringe even I couldn't tell the difference between it's bright colour and pink. It resembled the exact colour of strawberry flavoured ice cream, or a typical barbie pink. Truly, Raya did admire the new hair style. She'd just never have it in pink, or any other attracting colour. Grey, brown, maybe... But never pink!

The only prominent feature that set us apart was our hair. Hers was strawberry blonde, falling out into smooth waves and stopping at her waist. Mine was short and straight, stopping a little beyond my shoulders, the color being a soft blend of ginger brown. But still, how could we look so alike? “What….” I trail off, my lips parting in awe. “Who is this?”

I just couldn't wrap my head around it. I was staring at the ceiling when the door opened slowly. The sound was soft, but it pulled my attention immediately. My gaze shifted, and the moment I saw her, that same pressure in my head returned. It was stronger this time. Did I know her? I wondered, but my head was blank as I stared at her. She was pretty, with soft strawberry blonde hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Despite the fact that she was also under admission, her hair was well kept.

Spreading out the individual strands, he moved them around. "Are you trying to take up hair weaving?" I asked. He laughed. "No. But you're right. There is something different about it. It's almost like your hair is absorbing light instead of reflecting it." He looked up, caught my gaze. "Does that make sense?" I nodded. "Yeah. But instead of the ash undertones, they're closer to blue." I twisted around, changed how the light hit my hair while looking in the mirror. "I don't know. That sounds crazy."

In other words, "Lanaya, feel free to have a peek if you're interested." She accepted the phone from him warily. The woman was laughing, and Lanaya had never seen greener eyes. Instead of brown, as she had assumed, her hair was a rainbow of colors, ranging from copper to deep chocolate. Her hair was mostly black, but a streak of white blonde would emerge every once in a while. Her caramel-colored complexion reflected the inner light that made her look radiant.

Merrow said, his elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward to study her. “Must be the hair,” Lu said before taking another pull from the wine bottle. “Oh, that’s just dye.” Lola said, “I don’t like my natural color and I think this suits me better.” “What is your natural color?” Puca asked, his lips tilting in a half-smile as he watched her with his golden eyes. “Um, it’s strawberry blonde. So not really red, not really blonde.” She answered, running her fingers through her hair nervously. She wasn’t used to having so many eyes on her.

“I’m this class’s course rep. I should go first.” I recognized her as the same girl who had snapped back at me in our first class when I hadn’t answered my name right away. Her skin was extremely light, and it was obvious from the first glance that she was an albino. Her red, thick and coily hair was styled into a perfect bun that had strands falling in her face beautifully. She had the same femme fatale aura as Zubby. Only Zubby looked like she loved to mind her business, this girl didn’t.

chirped the stylist who was admiring the work she had done in my hair. My hair? I've no words, literally. My once wavy hair is now straightened and is curled at the ends, it had light blue strands and my hair was now a shade of hazelnut instead of pure black. Really? Light blue? I guess that's the color of the dress I'll be wearing. "Did you like it?" she asked squealing. She is a beginner I think. "Yeah, you are good," I said not wanting to disappoint her as she'd only just started her job.