Caught In Between (B5 Story)

Deep

**Andria's P.O.V**

I was sitting in the chair, waiting for the final touches. I couldn't believe I had actually gone through with this. My nerves were all over the place, and I didn't know how I was going to look. She wouldn't let me see my hair until she was finished with my makeup, so I just sat there, patient but anxious.

"You're going to look even more gorgeous," she said with a smile, her confidence radiating.

"I hope so," I murmured, still unsure.

"Don't worry. I've got you," she assured me. "Just a little more makeup, and then we'll be done."

I nodded, trying to trust her judgment. Time seemed to drag as she worked, but then she stepped back and clapped her hands together. "Alright, are you ready?"

"Yes," I replied, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"Okay, close your eyes," she instructed.

I obeyed, feeling her hands on the chair as she turned me toward the mirror. Her excitement was infectious, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope.

"Alright, hun. Open your eyes!" she said enthusiastically.

When I opened them, I couldn't believe it. The person staring back at me looked so polished, so beautiful, and yet so... different. She had kept the makeup subtle, just enough to enhance my features. My honey-dew highlights were perfect, blending seamlessly into the shorter, stylish cut. I looked like a brand-new person.

"Oh my gosh," I whispered, barely recognizing myself.

"I told you!" she exclaimed, clearly proud of her work. "You look amazing!"

"I look... beautiful," I said softly, a smile breaking across my face.

She laughed, clearly pleased. "I told you I had you. When you're in my chair, I always hook you up right."

"You did an incredible job," I said sincerely.

She gave a small bow and a wink. "Thank you, darling. And trust me, when your husband or boyfriend sees you, he's not going to be able to keep his hands off you. Might just keep you up all night!" She winked playfully.

I couldn't help but giggle at her boldness. "Well, hopefully, my husband likes it. Knowing him, he might, or he might not."

She looked at me like I'd said the craziest thing she'd ever heard. "Girl, what? He'd be out of his mind if he didn't like it."

I smiled, but it was a little forced. "I know."

"If he doesn't like it, drop his ass," she said bluntly. "Because trust me, there are plenty of other guys who would."

I burst out laughing at her candor. She had such a vibrant, bold personality that I couldn't help but warm to her. And honestly? She wasn't wrong. Plenty of others probably would like it.

"You've got a point," I admitted.

She grinned. "I'm just saying. He's gotta be crazy not to like it."

I shook my head, still smiling, though her words lingered. "Right... but I don't know. He has his moments. We'll just have to see."

"Well, you come back and let me know what he thinks," she said, wagging her finger playfully.

"I will," I promised. "And what's your name, by the way?"

"Kenni—well, Kennica, but you can call me Kenni," she replied with a wide smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Kennica. I'm Andria."

We shook hands, and the moment felt warm and genuine. I followed her to the front of the salon, realizing I was the first one finished. I decided to sit and chat with her while waiting for the other girls to wrap up.