Drowned Out Love *ON HOLD

4. Dream To Reality

POV: Trin's

"Okay, so where are we going?" I whine after the press conference.

"To your room so you can change into different clothes," Etric says without even blinking. Does he ever blink? The answer is yes because after not replying he turned to me and just blinked. Nothing else he just looked at me, blinked then looked at where we were walking without saying a word.

"So why do I need to change my clothes, is this too casual?" I question him, trying to get any kind of answers.

"You'll see when you get back to your room. Just be patient," and there are no more words shared between us until I'm finished.

When I get into my dressing room I find Metra a beta with my Lady in Waiting Carolyn. Metra is a guard here and at the moment she is holding a set of clothes. She hands them off to me so I can go get changed. I haven't worn jeans in forever so this just makes my curiosity grow. I put then on along with the black slouch top and go back out to the others. Carolyn brushes my hair out so it lays in tight waves then she exits the room. So I decide to put my shoes back on and Carolyn returns with a damp cloth to remove my makeup.

Metra comments, "You don't even need makeup. You know, you have flawless skin." She sighs out of jealousy and as soon as my face is cleaned off she signals me through the door. I never go anywhere like this so I am really curious but I also love a good surprise. And then it makes sense as we leave the room and meet up with Etric because we go out the front door to where a car and driver is waiting for us.

We all file in with Etric in the front seat next to the driver and myself in the middle of the back seat. I am tempted to ask at Metra, who is on my right side, where we are going. I refrain from doing so but I do glance at her several times while trying to muster up the courage and ask.

It's a short drive to our destination because we were only in the car for five minutes. I recognize where we are immediately even though I have never been here. It is where my hair stylists shop is. I've never been here before because he makes house calls for me and it's usually by appointment.

After we are all out of the car Etric says "He knows we're going to be here because I called him earlier during your presentation. So don't worry about that." He knew me so well because I didn't want to interrupt his time with someone else by just randomly dropping in.

"How do you know I want to get my hair done?" I say questioning his assumption. I never told him I want to change my appearance, which I did but how would he now that.

"Earlier when we were walking from your room you were fidgeting with your hair. You never fidget with your hair, so it was a lucky guess." He says and leads me inside along with Metra keeping an arm around my lower back protectively. It's quaint inside like a small boutique.

I explained to Vincent how I wanted my hair done. I explained what I had seen in the mirror this morning that momentary glance was stuck in my head. My hair being as dark as it was would make silver stand out, and I might as well shorten it while I'm here.

When all was said and done my hair went just past my shoulders with the ends being white and gradually turning a silvery gray until it faded into my natural hair color. My bangs were pulled back into a bun and the rest of mu hair was in loose curls. I don't know what it was but this new hairstyle had a certain air about it and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Oh well, I like.

When I'm done I give Vincent a hug of thanks because he's one of the few people I feel I connect with. Or at least that's part of it I don't know all of it because it's most likely my subconscious, and he was a friend of my mothers so he was kind of like an uncle of sorts.

As I pull back from the hug look up to see him smiling and his wolf's eyes. They are a shade of silver that could probably be found in my hair. "You look so much like your mother right now," he says kindly like he's lost in a memory. He then turns me around gently and we walk back to the front of his salon where the others are waiting. The first thing I hear is Metra breath out, "Wow," with her eyes open wide like she's looking at an angel.

"Sorry it's just that I hardly recognized you," she said trying to clarify her previous vocalization. I didn't mind what she said because for once it was an unfiltered, honest compliment. As we were walking out the door I turned and nodded my thanks to Vincent and I didn't have to force the meek smile that appeared on my face this time. That made the smile on his face widen, as he knew I didn't show emotion very often. I could see why he was friends with my mom.