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Isabella's POV
I packed my car and walked into the salon.
I've been wearing wig for a month now. It's time for braids!.
"Good evening ma. How may we help you?"
"Hello. I want to make braids but I will need recommendation cause I'm out of ideas on what to dooo"I responded
The saloon attendant chuckled and lead me to a seat.
"There's goddess braids, we also have knotless braids, box braids and... " She explained, showing me pictures of the hairstyles.
"I want the box braids" I chose.
"Okay ma. Give me a minutes and we'll get started." She excused
I nodded and began chatting away on my phone.
I was distracted by the opening of the saloons door.
I kept my eyes fixed on my screen but was listening on their conversation.
Not listening persay, but I could hear them
One of the saloon attendants rushed to greet the customer.
"Hello Ma'am good evening" The saloon attendant said.
"Hii, I would love to style my hair" an accenting voice said.
"Okay do you have any style in mind ma'am" the attendant replied
"Oh stop with the ma'am I'm still very much young" the lady joked
The attendant laughed
"Anyways, I do not have a style in mind but my boyfriend and daughter does. They are getting the car parked and will soon be here" she said
"Alright. Pardon me, please have your seat",
"Thank you" the lady said sat few feet away from me
"Ma'am please come this way to make your hair"
I stood up and sat in front of a mirror.
Another person walked in, from the cologne that filled the room I guessed it was a male, the lady's boyfriend.
"My love, can you describe the hairstyle you want me to make"
"I don't know how to do that. Blessing actually showed me the style and I loved it. She can describe it" He said
"Mummy relax, you don't have to see the style I'll describe it for the hairdresser" The girl said. From her voice she was obviously a teenager.
I got uninterested in their conversation and tuned out.
"Ma please can you raise your head a little" The hairdresser said
I raised my head up and from the mirror in front of me, I caught a glimpse of the lady, her boyfriend and child.
She was a white lady
That is Krisha
"Krisha" I said
Her face jerked towards me and her eyes widened.
"Isabella" she exclaimed in surprise
I stood up abruptly and got closer to her
It was truly her
It was Krisha
But what is she doing here
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