A salon filled with bright colours and well-dressed people would have made you happy any day of the week. Except for today.
"Are you free? It's an emergency," you basically threw yourself into the seat at the first unoccupied desk you noticed. A pretty lady sat behind it, brown hair curled and pinned back to free her face.
"Bad day?" she asked sympathetically putting her half-eaten doughnut and magazine down.
"You can't even imagine." Today had to be the worst day of your life. "I worked so hard to get into law school. I blew off Greek week to study for the LSATs. I even hired Taika Waititi to direct my admissions video. All to get my boyfriend Tony back," you cried," and now he's engaged to this awful girl Natasha... so it was all for nothing." You wished you had never gone to Harvard.
"After you went through all that trouble," she said shaking her head.
"He's engaged! She's got the six-carat diamond on her bony, unpolished finger." She sighed even louder in disgust as she continued to file your nails.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"You're asking the wrong girl," she said. "I was with my man for eight years and then one day, it's... 'I met someone else. Move out'."
That man sounded horrible. He didn't deserve this sweet lady. Men were awful.
"I moved from England to be with this guy and suddenly he didn't want me anymore. He kept the trailer and my precious baby Rufus. I didn't even get to throw him a birthday party." She let your hands go to show you a picture of her dog that she had on her desk.
"Oh no." You couldn't even stomach the thought of losing Sammy. She must be heartbroken.
"So what's this Natasha got that you don't have?" she pumped some lotion into her hand and began rubbing it onto yours.
"She's from New York. She belongs to his stupid country club," you scowled. What did he even see in her?
"Is she as pretty as you?"
"She could use some mascara but she's not completely unfortunate looking." The fact that you even thought she looked pretty the first time you saw her made you want to vomit. Even worse was that you wanted to be friends with her.
The doorbell dinged as a handsome blonde man stepped inside with a parcel. Peggy, as you had read on her name sign, let out a small hello as they locked eyes before she spilt the bowl with water. She gave him one last glance as he walked out again. They definitely had some chemistry.
"Well, that went well." You helped her dry it up as she mumbled annoyed to herself. "It's alright," you told her.
"Are you sure this Tony guy is, like, the one?" You nodded immediately. "Definitely. I love him."
"Well, if a girl like you can't hold on to her man... " she shook her head, a smile crossing her face as she had an idea. "Steal the bastard back!"
She was right! You had never been more grateful for your life that salons existed.
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"I should warn you in addition to competing against each other for the top grade in this class, you will also be competing for one of my firm's highly coveted four internship spots next year where you will get to assist on actual cases." Professor Pierce said from the front of the classroom. He was a distinguished man that wore fine suits. He reminded you of your father.
"Now, let's commence with our usual torture. Ms Woods," you looked up sharply, ready to give the right answer. "Would you rather have a client who committed a crime malum in se or malum prohibitum?"
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Legally Blonde - Bucky Barnes
FanfictionYou had it all. You had grown up in the perfect house with great friends and an even greater boyfriend; Tony Stark. All that was missing was becoming Mrs. Tony Stark. You had your sight on the ring and your dreams were looking to become true until T...