Olivia's POV
Nora and Lolita pulled me toward my vanity the moment it was 5 p.m.
"Sit," Nora said with a tiny smile. "We're dressing you up. You've got a date to slay tonight."
I chuckled weakly but obeyed, letting them take over.
Lolita stood behind me, her fingers running through my hair. "Your roots are showing," she noted softly.
"I know," I murmured. "I was thinking… maybe I should go back to black. My natural color."
Nora perked up. "Really?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
Within minutes, the blonde was gone—replaced by the rich, glossy black I hadn't seen in months.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the girl staring back. Not because she looked different… but because, for once, she looked like me.
"You look stunning," Lolita said, giving my shoulders a little squeeze.