Chapter 22: Or Something
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"Okay Anahi, we're done!" said Meenakshi, spinning the chair around so that Anahi could see herself in the mirror.
Holy smokes.
She barely recognized herself.
Was this really her?
Her skin glowed and her brows were in order too.
She was dressed in a blue jeans and a pink T-shirt.
Her hair was done so neatly too.
It was done in curls which rested neatly against her shoulders.
Her Granny always marvelled at how fast her hair grew, now she marvelled at it too.
"Wow." she said.
"Wow? More like hot damn!" said Meenakshi, snapping her fingers and swaying her hips.
The women laughed.
Just then Dante's car pulled up in the driveway.
"Your boyfriend is here." whispered Meenakshi.
She stared at him, whilst he stared at her.
He was stunned.
She looked...different.
Not a bad different, not a good one either.
It meant that he'd probably end up beating up some of Isabelle's old schoolmates.
The clothes she wore fit like a second skin, putting her ass on display.
He licked his lips, imagining his hands squeezing them while she moaned his name and...
Dammit, control yourself Dante!
Taking a deep breath, he walked inside to get her.
"How do I look?" she asked.
He didn't answer, he was too busy staring at her.
She sucked her teeth.
"Fine don't answer." she says, turning to walk away.
At that exact moment, he leaned forward and pulled her by the waist against him.
"You women are so easily hurt, you could've let me stare at you a little longer," he whispered, his warm minty breath fanning against her ears, "but if you want to know so badly Anahi, you look like you descended from the heavens itself as pure as purity."
The women oohed and Anahi's face heated up.
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After they left the Boutique, Dante took her out to get some ice-cream, where Isabelle and Cielo were waiting.
"Anahi, wow." said Cielo, holding her hand and spinning her around.
"Easy there Cee." said Dante.
"Oh relax would you? I know she's yours." she retorted before sitting down.
"Ana you look cute."
Anahi smiled.
'Thanks, you look...different."
Dante turned to look at Isabelle.
She did look different.
Isabelle dyed her hair again, this time returning to her strawberry blonde locks. She was wearing a yellow dress with matching heels.
"Yeah?" said Isabelle, spinning around, "I thought it was about time I became myself fully."
"Happy birthday Isabelle." said Dante, Anahi and Cielo hugging her until she gasped for air.
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