Vanilla Vendetta by Rosie A Point

Author:Rosie A Point [Point, Rosie A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-21T22:00:00+00:00

16

I was one of those women. The type who went into a salon with a book to avoid making eye contact with the chatty hairdresser. It wasn’t that I hated social interactions, it was just that I couldn’t stand small talk.

Did I care about the weather today? No.

Did it matter to me that my hair was in terrible condition with split ends? Definitely not.

But I had to pretend I did today.

I sat with my hands in my lap, underneath the apron my hairdresser had tied around my neck, craving a good book. No chance. Gamma had rightfully assessed that Gossip’s true cesspool of information was located in this place.

The Cut It Out or Dye Salon.

If I wanted to find out anything about anybody, my hairdresser, Magdalena, would have the juice. She was in her late thirties, her face pulled taut near the eyes as if she’d had a pre-emptive face-lift, with a shock of platinum blonde hair, sporting a single purple streak in the fringe.

“You came to the right place,” Maggie said, pulling on a tuft of my hair and holding it out. Her voice was encouraging, her expression said she’d never seen anything quite as disgusting as my locks. “Boy, you really need a makeover.”

I struggled to find a positive response to that. Was I meant to say? Thank you so much for insulting the hairstyle I’ve had for the last ten years?

“I thought it was about time for a change,” I replied, despising my reflection in the mirror at Maggie’s station.

There were a couple other women lined up in the cushy swivel chairs around the room, a few of them with their heads trapped beneath plastic dome hair-dryers. They brought to mind torture devices or mind control or a combination of both.

“You were right, honey bunny.” Maggie wafted around the chair, scrutinizing me. “So, what are you looking for?”

“I was thinking of, uh, getting extensions. And coloring my hair dark brown. I want to really flip my look from this to… um… to dark?” Boy, I was bad at this.

“Oh, totally. I get that. OK. We can do that for you, but don’t you think you’d prefer something like…” Maggie grabbed the massive file she’d brought out the minute I’d sat down. She flipped through it, and I caught sight of images of women wearing outrageous hairstyles.

“I just want the—”

“What about this?” Maggie stopped and spun the file toward me, placing one finger, tipped in a magenta nail atop a picture of a lady with a Dolly Parton blowout in a violent shade of lavender. “You’ll look like a new woman.”

I’ll also look like I belong in the circus.

“Um, wow, very nice,” I said, weakly. “But I think I’m going to stick with the whole long brown hair look. I’ve always wanted it.” A blatant lie, but suddenly my cover and disguise didn’t seem as vile as it had a few days ago.

“Suit yourself.” Maggie snapped the file shut. “Anything’s better than this.” She lifted another lock of my hair and huffed a sigh.

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