Back in the restroom, Daniel's eyes were on the wall mirror as he combed his hair, his mind replaying the scene where he'd embarrassed Nicole Shelton so badly. Her face had looked like it was about to explode with fury — there was nothing more energizing than putting fake bitches like that in their place.
Imagine trying to give him a clothe for his wedding — who asked for her help? Do better next time, girl. I am not someone you can trick with cheap stunts and expect me to fall for it. So absurd.
After straightening his curls and packing them in buns, he applied hair cream at the edges, smoothing everything into neatness. Confident with the result, Daniel smiled at his reflection; his aura and striking presence could be seen clearly from afar. Unfortunately, no one was there to admire such a view. When he was done he packed his hair neatly into a net and slid into the bathtub, filling it with warm water.
