Upstairs, I stare in the mirror, trying to make an objective appraisal of the hair situation. The color isn’t bad per se, it’s just so not me. I’ve always been a blonde. And pink is such a bold color.
Well, I’d better get used to it. I don’t want to bleach my hair back to blonde and fry it. Thank goodness I have two entire months to adjust to the new style before I have to face anyone I know.
I finish styling the soft curls and comb through them. For hair that has just been dyed it feels incredibly soft. At least Riven went to a proper hair salon to get the dye and not to the dollar store. That he’d dare do such a thing still makes me pretty incensed, but a tiny part of me can also see his point. For the past few days, I’ve been out of it. Still, I wouldn’t go as far as calling it depres
