“Emegerd! You are so gorgeous!” Joselito cried while dusting off the hair from her. He created a bangs that framed her face and put on some hair shine for finishing touch. “I wanna cry. You don’t have to hide that beautiful face anymore.”
I wanna cry, too.
After more than an hour of battling against hair keratin treatment cream, the streamer and every once in a while blow drying and combing, finally, her ordeal was over. She had been dreading somewhat seemed like hours. Her neck and back were in pain. Her mind was tortured while she was thinking what her final look would be like.
“Thank you,” she whispered and refused to look at the mirror. She didn’t want to see her new look. That was one of her requests to the stylist and he must not take it personally. She faced Deive who had his bro
