One Friday afternoon, Vanessa called me. She asked me if I want to come with her to salon. After my last class, I immediately went to Queenie. This is the place to go if we want to be fixed up. Yes, as in fixed up.
As I entered the shop, Vanessa was already there, sitting on the sofa – browsing a magazine with a lot of new hair styles.
“I like this one,” She handed me the magazine. “What do you think?”
I believe it suits her. It’s a layered V-cut and curled tips. She decided to change the color of her hair too.
While Queenie, the owner of the salon, who personally attended on Vanessa, try to cut and fix Vanessa’s long brownish hair, I was captivated by a photo on one of their stocked magazine.
I took it and try to look what’s inside.
I saw a girl, with her bob cat, black shiny hair. I like it. I looked at the mirror and try to picture myself having such kind of style.
Vanessa then approached me. She’s done. She’s beautiful – gorgeous indeed.
We took a photo together with her new cut blonde hair.
“Nice choice,” Queenie said from behind. She is holding the magazine I’m looking at just a while ago.
She pulled me and made me seat on the chair just in front of the mirror. While preparing for the cut, I was kind of worried.
“You really think it’s good? I mean, with me?” I asked. Queenie just smiled.
Well, I kind of trusted her. She never disappointed us ever since. So, I just let her do her magic, with all the hopes that it will turn out to be fine.
After some time, 30 to 45 minutes I guess, Queenie turned the chair. She gave me my eye glasses and I wear it right away.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Wow,” Vanessa stood up saying from her chair. “You’re amazing!”
This is great. Bob cut and shiny black hair! I touched it with my hands and looked at Queenie.
She smiled at me.
“Short and black hair is really for you Ling.” I hugged her.
This is the first time I let my hair cut this short; as well as dying my hair black since my natural hair color is really blonde.
I really looked so Filipina. At least, nobody would think that I’m a haftie.
Vanessa searched for her phone inside her bag and took another photo us; this time, with my new hair.
We also took a photo with Queenie, our fairy god mother. Thanks to her for turning us into something we did not expected us to be.
Off the road, Vanessa kept on taking photos of us. Some were solos, some were stolen and a lot more. She’s really vain.
I even have no idea that she was twitting it to me, until she told me about her followers, liking it.
We already decided to take our dinner outside since our tummies were already groaning. We went to a fast food chain near Espana, just on our way.
I let Vanessa look for our table at the second floor while I’m at the counter for our orders. After a few minutes, I saw Ahia coming to me. I’m surprised.
He helped me bring our foods and led me up stair. Ahia put the tray on a table with some guys. I seat beside Vanessa and Ahia looked at us.
“The both of you,” He shook his head. “Are just amazing.”
