Peach's Pov
My anxiety skyrocketed as Emily entered the room, brandishing a pair of scissors and a vibrant array of hair dye. My stomach churned at the mere thought of her altering my hair, yet I knew refusal wasn't an option if I wanted to maintain harmony within the group. So, with a forced calmness, I played along.
"You don't have to dye my hair," I uttered, attempting to sound composed. "I prefer my natural color, so let's leave it as it is," I added, masking my unease with a faint smile.
Emily acquiesced, her excitement barely contained. "No dye, then. But you'll need to wear this blindfold," she insisted, her voice brimming with anticipation. The idea of being blindfolded only intensified my fear.
"I'd rather not do it blindfolded," I protested weakly.
"You don't have to," Tracy
