To say Ivory was pumped was an understatement. She swiped the gloss across her lips, humming as she took in her look in the mirror.
"Aw crap!" She muttered noticing faint brown colour underneath her black hair. Her roots were showing, which meant she was due for another dyeing session.
Scrunching up her face, she tried to think of ways to hide the brown hair. Should she use black gel? Or her mascara?
"Okay let's not get crazy, it's just hair." She chuckled to her reflection and grabbed a brush instead. Hair roots showing or not, nothing was going to ruin her happiness that morning. She was going to sail above every adversity like she was on a freaking magical carpet.
Humming the song 'Boss' by Fifth Harmony, she swung her hips, clad in a black pencil skirt and a cream-coloured halt
