The Luna Legacy - Genesis

Chapter 9 - New Hair Don't Care

After breakfast we had our baths, I washed my long thick dirty blond tresses then blow dry and style it in a ponytail. I wonder how I would look if I were a brunette, I think to myself as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. If I have a new name, new age, and a son then I can get a new hair color to complete the look, right?

I am visibly less fair than I was yesterday, it must be because of the sun that I soaked up at the pool side yesterday. My skin tone is light olive tone naturally, so I tan fairly quick, I love the skin I'm in, I inherited it from my mom.

Our mother loved the sun and beach so much, when we were kids every summer, we would go to Miami beach. For two weeks she would live on the beach. My dad loved her so much, he lived to make her happy, and she loved him equally.

They met at the hospital where she worked as a critical care nurse. She was on duty one night when my dad brought in a prisoner for treatment. They hit it off after she brought him coffee when her shift was over. They got married six months later and a year later Jake was born, the apple of my father's eyes. He was a broken man after Jake died, he was never himself again a part of him died with our brother.

Don't get me wrong my dad loved all his kids equally, there was no doubt. The problem was that he just didn't know how to compartmentalize the hurt and the pain, so it consumed him. It wasn't the pain that killed him though, nope, that was Mark Bilderberg.

My father wasn't supposed to be on duty, but an officer called out sick and dad volunteered to work instead. He was doing a traffic stop when Mark pulled a gun and shot my dad. The perp was driving a stolen car and decided it wasn't a good day to go to jail.

My dad died that night, and my mom lost her husband in that same hospital that she had met him so many years before. It was fate that brought her the love of her life and it was fate that took him. It was like a slap in the face mom lost dad where she met him. What is meant to be will always find away, no matter how good and no matter how perfectly horrible, it finds a way.

I get dressed, skinny jeans as per usual, and a tank top, and I call up an Uber to take us to the beauty salon. About fifteen minutes later we arrive at "Highlights and Curls Beaux." We walk inside the spacious white and sterile salon. White tiles, chairs that look like spa furniture, plush, comfortable and expensive.

The receptionist with her immaculately polish nails, makeup covered face and bleach blond hair walks over to us as soon as we walk in.

"Good afternoon, welcome to , I'm Andrea, what are your plans for today?".

"Hi Andrea, I'm Taylor, I was hoping that I could get my hair colored" I say in response.

"Excellent, a stylist will be with you shortly you are second in line for our stylist Stefano. You're in luck one of his clients had an emergency and had to cancel so we have an opening. Please have a seat, can I get you water?".

"Yes, thank you" I say.

She responds, "three bottles of water coming up".

About half an hour later a man walks over to us, blond highlights, extremely tight skinny jeans, white 'V' neck T-shirt and a scarf. He greets us, with a thick Italian accent, introduces himself as Stefano. The next thing he did was, extend his hand to me, I place my right hand in his left, he spins me around.

He looked me up and down, fluffed my hair, then placed his hand on his chin while staring at me.

"Hmm, come with me, Taylor" he says.

Stefano turned his back and walk in the direction of his workstation and says, "sit".

He turns the chair around so that I am facing the mirror, then he lifts my chin.