The smell of hair products filled my nostrils as I sat nervously in Maggie's salon chair. She was Ethan's cousin, a stylish woman with purple-tipped hair and an impressive collection of tattoos. Her confident hands worked through my long hair as she assessed it.
"Such beautiful natural texture," she murmured. "We're going to enhance what you already have, honey. Not completely change you."
I nodded, my stomach in knots. After years of hiding behind my glasses and baggy clothes, this makeover felt like stripping away my armor.
"So you're thinking dark brown?" Maggie asked Ethan, who lounged in a nearby chair scrolling through his phone.
"Definitely," he replied without looking up. "It'll make her eyes pop."
"Good call. Those green eyes are killer," Maggie agreed, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "Don't worry, sweetie. You're going to look amazing."
