Just then, Nargis strode into the room, a hairdresser trailing behind her, ready to transform Adya's look. The atmosphere shifted as Nargis clapped her hands together, breaking the moment.
"Alright, ladies! Let's make some magic happen!" she declared, her excitement palpable as she surveyed the scene.
Nargis stood confidently in the center of the room, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Are you ready, ladies?" she asked, her voice dripping with excitement.
A woman with short, brightly colored hair sat in front of a mirror, her back to the room. She hesitated, unsure.
From somewhere behind her, Adya's voice came, soft and filled with regret. "No... I shouldn't have done this. I look terrible."
Shayla quickly chimed in, her tone encouraging. "No, Adya. You look different... and good."
Nargis, ever the stylist, stepped forward, her eyes flashing with approval. "Let me see, babe. Now you're one of us. You've got to say goodbye to that village look, after all."
