As the car rolled out of the school premises, Arda turned to Gillow, curiosity in her eyes. “Where are we going now?”
“To transform your hair,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Did you think I was joking?”
She perked up, excited. “Really? I like that. Thanks.” She gave him the address of the small salon where she usually got her hair done. It wasn’t fancy—just a low-end place with no air conditioning, but the stylists knew their craft, and they always gave her a discount.
Gillow arched a brow. “We’ll be going somewhere else.”
Arda frowned. “But I’ve been going there for years. They know me, and I always get a discount.”
He smirked, clearly amused. “You’ll like the new place. Now that cost is no longer a problem, let’s do it right.”
Arda liked the idea but felt a pang of gui
