VIOLET’S POV
I could never understand the thrill a lot of she-wolves always had when it came to having their make ups done. I was at a point where sleep took me away and I was left dangling my head like a puppet on a show. That was until the back of my neck was scalded by a curling iron.
I jolted awake, wincing from the pain that shot through me, only startling the hairstylist in the process because she yelped. “I’m so sorry.” She apologized, with a fear stricken face that she was almost dropping on her knees to beg.
But it wasn’t even her doing. If I hadn’t let my exhaustion hit, I wouldn’t have had to bob my head, especially not when something hot was dangling dangerously close. And who was to say I wasn’t giving her a hard time when sleep kept taking me away for a moment?
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