Two Worlds Apart

Chapter 95

I spent only an hour with Clinton before heading off to prep for the show....also, did I mention I was done making my last outfit?

It was tough, but with multiple sleepless nights, I could pull it off.

Thomas was asked to take me around for my preparations because according to Morgan, I shouldn't take cabs or taxis.

First off, we arrived at the salon and one thing was for sure, this wasn't my ordinary everyday salon. I don't know which is more amusing; the fact that Morgan recommended the places but I'm paying for them or the fact that I can afford to pay for them.

When did my life change so much?

I step out from the car and take off my glasses, observing the salon

"Why must they always be expensive?"

I just shake it off and head inside while Thomas stayed in the car.

"Good morning Miss....oh my, Miss Jones" the receptionist said "Lovely to have you here, ma'am. Welcome to Luxe Salon"

"Thank you so much. I'd like to get my hair done"

"Of course ma'am. Please come with me"

I follow behind her and we arrive in the main salon, it was beautiful and full with ladies

"Tasha" she called out to one of the stylists

"Please, can you take care of her?"

She looks at me "Courtney Jones? Of course I can. Please, right this way ma'am"

Okay, was it my outfits or that interview that made me this popular because I'm even shocked at this point.

I place Natalie's carrier on the floor right beside me as I take a sit

"What style would you like, ma'am"

Even I don't know

"I don't really know, just something elegant I guess"

"For the fashion show, right?"

I nod

"Okay ma'am. The thing is, any elegant style will require a few accessories and those might go out of place before two days time which is the show. Why don't I just do a touch up on the hair and on the day of the show, I'll do something amazing, could be a home service even"

Hm, I guess she's making sense

"Alright then, I'll get your number after this. You'll have to be early please, the show starts by 5pm"

"No problem ma'am" she takes out her apron and a few.... chemicals?

"Um...."

She chuckle "hope you don't mind me playing around with a few colors"

Colors!?

"As in dye? My brown hair?"

"If you don't mind, Miss"

I look at my hair in the mirror. Do I need something new?

I've never imagined myself with another hair color, how would I look?

"Just give it a try, Miss Jones"

I let out a sigh. Here goes nothing

"Alright then"

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"Okay, I'm nervous at this point" I say to the stylist

It's been almost 3 hours and I was finally done, but I don't know what the final outcome looks like