Ok I didn't know that I published the last chapter so this is just the rest of what I was gonna put ________________________________
I'm not looking forward to this new hair dresser thing. I can be a very picky bitch and I'm not comfortable just letting anybody put their hands in my hair but, this blow out is blowed the fuck out and I need something done because this ain't gone work.
We shortly arrive at the salon. Just based on looks it's way better than I expected. Their were other black girls getting slayed I'm mean like box braids, HD lace, passion twist all that. So I guess It will be fine since they know how to do all that.
I stand in front of the counter and this pretty lady comes from around the color.
"Oh hiiii, Talulah right?"
"Umm yes." I say more like a question.
"Nice to meet you" she says holding out her hand for me to shake. I take it and she proceeds to tell me about all the styles I can choose from and about the conjoined nail salon on the other side.
I ask about how much they cost with tax and she just says "Well It doesn't really matter your husband said that your budget is unexhaustable."
"Husband?" I mumble. He really works my damn nerves but what ever as long as I don't gotta pay for this shit.
I pick out what I want done to my head and nails and she too me to the sink. She put them acrylics in my scalp and honey it felt so good. Anyways, after she gave me my scalp- gasm she conditioned, dried, and parted my hair while this other lady did my nails. After about a hour and a half later everything was done and I looked good boo.
So this is the what I got done:
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I can't wait to give Kilo a attitude while looking like this. Bich your hell. Girl I know.
The driver dropped me back off at the mansion and I went inside. I was ready to show off my new look to Kilo but he ain't here. There was a cute little dress a jean jacket and some vans laid out on the bed with a note.
