“Wow, you look like–”
“Too much,” Isabella cut Anne’s words off. She almost made a sour face trying to accept that she was now a short-haired blonde woman.
“What? What do you mean by too much? You look fine, I mean, I never saw it coming that a blonde color would suit you well.” Anne defended, watching her expression in the mirror.
“I never imagined being a blonde with a short bob haircut, but at least I look different, right? This is what matters to me now–new appearance and unrecognizable.”
“I mean, yeah. You indeed hit it differently now.” Anne agreed, taking her new-look a clearer view. “You look intimidating, but at the same, like a chick.”
“Seriously, Anne? That wasn’t helpful,” Isabella sighed, giving another glimpse of the mirror. “I want to look bad and crazy so the one I
