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promise gorgeous, I will make you very happy. Come this way, I’m going to treat you like a princess and we’re going to wash your hair. You’ll love it! The shampoo smells like papaya.” He tells me, grabbing me by my hand and pulling me into the back. I sat down and leaned my head back. His hands did magic on my scalp and massaged me. I think I fell asleep, it was so relaxing! And he was right, the shampoo smelled so good.
When he was done we went back to the salon chair and he combed my hair out and pinned it up and started cutting. I felt a mild anxiety attack coming on, but I was able to calm myself down. It’s only hair, and if I don’t like it I can hide it under a John Deere cap. The long locks were falling, cascading down my feet,and Ronaldo’s , I think that is his name. I closed my eyes until the ordeal was done with. Jenn was getting something done to her hair, some moisturizer treatment, and gosh I have no idea what Harper was doing. Suddenly, I felt the warm air of the blow dryer, and he was still brushing away, pulling and tugging my hair down, and then he used some other device and put more products in my hair. I have no idea what this guy is doing to me, but I am praying real hard that I don’t look like I stuck my finger in a socket.
“Voila!” He says, with a bunch of flair and flash. I kept my eyes closed.
“It looks spectacular Ronaldo. She looks like a gem!” Harper says, walking over to me. “Open your eyes dear, don’t be rude. You look fabulous.” She says, so authoritarian like, that frankly it seems a bit degrading.
Slowly I open one eye than another and I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There was this gorgeous girl in the mirror, but I couldn’t find myself anywhere. She moved when I moved, she moved just as how I moved but this couldn’t be me. She has long, sleek golden hair, with a good cut to it. Her eyes look big and blue.
“Is that me?” I ask dumbfounded.
“Don’t be silly, of course it’s you.” Harper chides.
“I look awesome. Thank you!” I say, hoping to my feet and giving Ronaldo a hug.
“My pleasure, bella, you come back to me anytime you need your hair done.” Ronaldo tells me, walking me to the front of the salon.
“Jason’s going to die when he sees you.” Harper tells me, leaning up against me at the counter.
“That’ll be 120 dollars.” Ronaldo says. I flat-lined.
“For a haircut!” I cough.
“This isn’t Supercuts sweetheart.” Ronaldo hisses.
“I got it, my treat.” Harper says, pulling out a credit card. Must be her daddy’s, because there is no way she has one of her own, right?
Jenn emerges and walks up and stops in her tracks when she sees me.
“Oh my Georgy, you look,” she starts and pauses looking for the word, “wow, just wow.”
“Thank you,” I blush.
Once we left, anytime I saw a mirror I looked in it. I couldn’t believe the reflection staring back at me. We made our way to Sephora and got our makeup done, and I spent quite an amount on some things to make myself look girly. I have to admit that this is kind of fun, and once I saw myself again all made up I just can’t believe that it’s me. Kohl-lined eyes, bronzed and peached cheeks, sleek hair and all; this is just not what I would normally do. If you were lucky I wore perfume and chap stick. I got a cute little training session on how to apply all of this stuff, and I am sure if I get intimidated, confused or all the above that Jenn will come to my rescue.
Ninety-six dollars plus tax later we emerge from Sephora, and according to Harper it’s time to find a cute outfit. We saunter and sashay over to Belks and made our way to the summer dresses and shoes. I am wondering how on earth these girls walk in some of these things. I normally have my cowboy boots and sneakers. I may have a pair of flats or two somewhere, but anything that would supply me with a significant amount of height, I immediately shy away from. This is going to be an
When he was done we went back to the salon chair and he combed my hair out and pinned it up and started cutting. I felt a mild anxiety attack coming on, but I was able to calm myself down. It’s only hair, and if I don’t like it I can hide it under a John Deere cap. The long locks were falling, cascading down my feet,and Ronaldo’s , I think that is his name. I closed my eyes until the ordeal was done with. Jenn was getting something done to her hair, some moisturizer treatment, and gosh I have no idea what Harper was doing. Suddenly, I felt the warm air of the blow dryer, and he was still brushing away, pulling and tugging my hair down, and then he used some other device and put more products in my hair. I have no idea what this guy is doing to me, but I am praying real hard that I don’t look like I stuck my finger in a socket.
“Voila!” He says, with a bunch of flair and flash. I kept my eyes closed.
“It looks spectacular Ronaldo. She looks like a gem!” Harper says, walking over to me. “Open your eyes dear, don’t be rude. You look fabulous.” She says, so authoritarian like, that frankly it seems a bit degrading.
Slowly I open one eye than another and I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There was this gorgeous girl in the mirror, but I couldn’t find myself anywhere. She moved when I moved, she moved just as how I moved but this couldn’t be me. She has long, sleek golden hair, with a good cut to it. Her eyes look big and blue.
“Is that me?” I ask dumbfounded.
“Don’t be silly, of course it’s you.” Harper chides.
“I look awesome. Thank you!” I say, hoping to my feet and giving Ronaldo a hug.
“My pleasure, bella, you come back to me anytime you need your hair done.” Ronaldo tells me, walking me to the front of the salon.
“Jason’s going to die when he sees you.” Harper tells me, leaning up against me at the counter.
“That’ll be 120 dollars.” Ronaldo says. I flat-lined.
“For a haircut!” I cough.
“This isn’t Supercuts sweetheart.” Ronaldo hisses.
“I got it, my treat.” Harper says, pulling out a credit card. Must be her daddy’s, because there is no way she has one of her own, right?
Jenn emerges and walks up and stops in her tracks when she sees me.
“Oh my Georgy, you look,” she starts and pauses looking for the word, “wow, just wow.”
“Thank you,” I blush.
Once we left, anytime I saw a mirror I looked in it. I couldn’t believe the reflection staring back at me. We made our way to Sephora and got our makeup done, and I spent quite an amount on some things to make myself look girly. I have to admit that this is kind of fun, and once I saw myself again all made up I just can’t believe that it’s me. Kohl-lined eyes, bronzed and peached cheeks, sleek hair and all; this is just not what I would normally do. If you were lucky I wore perfume and chap stick. I got a cute little training session on how to apply all of this stuff, and I am sure if I get intimidated, confused or all the above that Jenn will come to my rescue.
Ninety-six dollars plus tax later we emerge from Sephora, and according to Harper it’s time to find a cute outfit. We saunter and sashay over to Belks and made our way to the summer dresses and shoes. I am wondering how on earth these girls walk in some of these things. I normally have my cowboy boots and sneakers. I may have a pair of flats or two somewhere, but anything that would supply me with a significant amount of height, I immediately shy away from. This is going to be an
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