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Lowen had been through hell and back to get to where she is now - one of the world's best upcoming music artists. But after releasing a few hit singles she k...
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The water poured over my face as I ran the shampoo through my hair.
Elijah drove us steadily to my place, respecting my silence. Though he did glance over at me so much I'm surprised he didn't cause a collision.
I thought I'd be here in plenty of time to shower before my hairdresser and makeup artist got here, but this morning added a terrible delay. I scrubbed quickly at my scalp, wanting to do a quick and thorough job. I hate how I look with flat hair. Once I tried the 'slick-back' look and four magazines took such an interest in my forehead's size. Since then it's only ever been big blowouts or something with elevation.
Elijah is sitting patiently in my living room. Or maybe pacing near my door like a bodyguard. I don't really know.
When we arrived here, I locked the door and shut everything out. Out of sight, out of mind. I took a deep breath and moved past it, putting on a chipper face to tell Elijah that I was going to shower.
I wrung the water from my hair before stepping out of the open shower, into the room of steam. I can hear the girls here now, chatting away. I feel bad for making them wait, but I'm sure they'll think it's to do with my boyfriend when they see Elijah sat waiting too.
Wrapped in my white robe and my hair in a towel on my head, I finished my skincare and returned to my bedroom. I slid on my slippers and walked into my living area, where the girls had set up the salon in the room like they usually do.
"Hey, Low!" Rosie beamed as she finished unpacking her makeup brushes.
"Hey, girls. So sorry, I'm running behind." I apologised, rushing over to the seat they put out for me.
"Not your fault." Clara winked. " I'm guessing lover boy here is to blame." She gestured to Elijah, who stood in my kitchen area on the phone.
"Yeah." I wrinkled my nose. "Hard to say no to him." I lied, sitting down.
I let the girls work away, leaning my head back so Clara can blow dry my hair. Rosie showed me her ideas for my eyeshadow look, and we settled on a subtle but sparkly purple and some liner.
I tried to keep my head straight but I was dying to know who he was on the phone too. He was in business mode. I had a perfect view of his back in the thin white shirt. His perfect posture didn't falter, even when he ran his hand through his hair or started to talk with his hands, throwing them around the room.
"If he was my man I'd stare too, but eyes on me please." Rosie giggled as she coated my face in primer.
"Sorry." I pulled my sight away. I'm guessing he's spoke to Samuel by now. I hope they've contacted Jess too. I feel bad for not texting her yet, but I want her to get through her school work today so she can help out tonight.
I had my eyes closed with Rosie's magic brush dancing across the lid when I heard Elijah's voice. "What do you want to eat, Lowen?"
"I'm good, just make yourself something. Thank you though."
