Chapter 40
Ayra’s POV • • We had shopped for what felt like forever. My legs were already begging for mercy by the time Ava finally declared, “Okay, we’re done.” “Finally,” I groaned, dragging myself along as we paid and took all our bags to the car boot. But just when I thought I was safe, Ava grabbed my arm again. “Where are we going now?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. She just gave me a wicked grin. “Salon. We’re changing our hair color. Black is so last season, babes.” When we entered the so called salon, I stared at her reflection in the mirror. “You’re crazy.” Ava leaned closer and whispered, “Don’t you want men to pee in their pants when they see you?” I smacked her hand away, laughing. “I’m not looking for any man’s attention, thanks.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Why are
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