~{INGRID'S POV}~
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By the time we were done and had stepped out of the saloon, I felt like a different woman entirely.
My hair was always wavy and I kept it that way. I didn't let him change it even once, however, he styled it in a crown style and left two strands to fall on either side of my temples.
And instead of letting us go on our own, he had to escort us all the way downstairs before packing some hair products and handing them to us in separate bags.
"Take care of your hair with those, please," he added the last part with pleading eyes and I nodded while still smiling.
"Thank you for your service, Mr Flare." Joy thanked him and he waved it off like it was nothing.
