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13. Nuances

13. Nuances

Tessa's POV

I lower my head as I head toward the salon to protect myself from the cold wind that's making my long brown hair blew at its own free will and my throat start to hurt. On top of that, my feet still manage to remain freezing, although I was wearing mid-season boots .

The crowds that filled the strip mall were smaller nowadays since both Christmas and Easter have passed. The pet store on the right side of the salon had no pets left, I'm guessing someone's parents thought a new kitten or dog was a good addition to the family. I would love getting a new dog but I already have one that stole my heart on day one. I got a bunny, though, a few years ago on Easter.

My appointment was at four, shortly after school ended, and sadly I didn't have my self-appointed fashion adviser, also known as Chelsea Evans, with me. I still wasn't quite sure but I have a colour in mind.

Suddenly I hear my name being called by a small middle-aged ginger.

"Hello, Tessa?" she says. "Are you my four o'clock, with a colour and trim?"

I nodded and was then led to one of the few stations that weren't filled with chatty and quite possibly gossipy women and their correspondent hairdressers. Nobody here is either over 30 years old or they are all trying their hardest to appear as if they weren't. Talk about major plastic surgeries and Botox, they are industrial amounts of it right here...

After getting 'gowned up'" I sit as she starts playing around with her many brushes and scissors.

"Have you decided what colour you want?" She asks as she starts playing and straightening up my hair, "I think you could honestly pull off red and blonde but if you want to be more discreet then I suggest some nuances."

Not understanding what she needs I ask her to explain, as it turns out, nuances are slight variations of colour and I decide to go with lighter nuances to give my hair a more beachy look although nobody is going to the beach anytime soon, not with this weather at least.

"Just give me a couple of minutes to get everything ready and I'll be back, okay?"

I nod before she starts walking away, leaving me alone. By my side, I see a woman leaning back at the sink with another stylist by her side. All I can hear is the sounds of water gushing and the hum of conversation from the other stations that overlapped the music played faintly by the speakers.

Sarah returns with the foil and the colour that she is stirring as she walks in my direction.

After a big period of time and small talk, Sarah leads me to another seat and turns on a heat lamp. During that seat transition, I was able to catch a glimpse of myself, I looked like I had an alien antenna all over my head. Thank God Chelsea isn't here, or else, she would have laughed, taken so many pictures and posted them all over social media, ruining my chances of landing myself a nice hubby.

"I'll be back to check in a few minutes, okay?" Sarah states before wandering off, toward another stylist. They were talking but the chatter in the salon made it impossible to overhear their conversation.

I glance at the clock and notice I've already been here for slightly less than half an hour. As I start getting bored off my ass, I retrieve my phone from my pocket and do the most mundane yet boring activity ever, scrolling through social media.

Why is it boring, you ask? Well let's just say I don't really care from bragging about one's happiness, to be frank, it's more like spamming people and rubbing it into their faces so I just can't see the appeal of it.