"Hello!" The stylist said in a thick Asian accent. She walked toward the lounge area that Kelsey and I were currently lounging on.
"Hi!" My sister exclaimed so loudly the rest of the clients shot her shocked glares. "We are under Kelsey Oar..?"
"Oh yes! Ms. Dales and Mrs. Oar you can follow me into the polish room, thank you."
She paused a moment before continuing awkwardly. "What are we thinking for the nails today?"
"Umm... I'm thinking a chrome powder sqoval pearl dressed French tip?" I shot a shocked Kelsey a questioning look. She simply nodded her head in response to my question and approved.
When we entered the room I quickly chose a lilac lavender chrome with a black and white marble base. The pearls were a shimmery li-lav color. I decided for a matte base coat instead of a glossy finish. Kelsey got a plain baby blue base with a flowered pattern and black on her accent nails with studs for centers.
As soon as we exited the nail polish room we were ushered into a posh room with fancy massage chairs that had bubbling foot baths at the floor and hand baths at each arm rest. The chairs lined all four walls. I was assigned chair C17 Kelsey got A17, directly across from me, I bet she used her charm to make it that way, ugh! I definitely did not want to talk to her right now.
As I settled into the chair and dipped each foot and hand into their baths a screen descended from the ceiling. I let out a tiny scream at the sudden appearance of the tv screen before me. A lady approached me from the side.
"Hello! What would you like to watch?"
"Umm..? Like anything at all?" I looked at her nervously
"Yes! Of course Ms. Dales!" She smiled at me cautiously. "Well go on, what would you like to watch?"
"The Middle would be great, thanks." I reply a little less engaged with the actual conversation than the thought of watching my favorite tv show.
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Time passed fairly quickly with the many scenes of my favorite Middle episodes flashing on the screen in front of me. My nails were curing and Kelsey was talking to another stylist.
I was shooed out of the seat and into yet another room.
Damn I thought this place was a cute tiny salon...?
In here I guessed was hair and make up by the many scattered supplies and tools everywhere. Though I'm not quite sure why I would have my hair and make up done NOW cause we don't leave till Tuesday.
Kelsey stopped in front of me abruptly, or I just wasn't paying attention, causing me to run into her back.
A man walked around the corner and greeted her with a hug and to kisses on the cheek.
"Oh Madam Oar! It's been so long, oh how I have missed you! How have you been? How is my wonderful Tyrone? " His French accent was thick but I could still understand him clearly.
"Bien mon cher! Well my dear, well. Tyrone and I have been great! How have you been?"
She responds back thickly in French.
Wait, honey say what now? Did she just us an authentic, thick French accent with french to respond to this guy?!
"Oh, Madam, is this here your little cutie?"
He says it so sincerely it's sickening!
"Oh Sir Léo Moreau, silly, this is my new CK face!" She exclaims so well in french I can hardly understand her.
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After what felt like hours I was rushed into a chair surrounded by make up and hair products.
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Teen FictionJordan is a insecure 17 year old because of her past. She blames all her problems on her mom and goes depressed when the topic of her dad is brought up. She covers her pain with a bad girl attitude. Constantly transferring schools from getting in t...
