“Wow. It looks good in you Ma’am. You’re so beautiful.”
Again, Hestia is not fond of compliments. She never felt so embarrassed, fluttered, or grateful at those flowery words so Hestia just mumbled a simple “Thank you” and gave the one who fixed her hair a small smile. But if Avery is the one who complimented her, well, that’s a different case.
After paying and glancing for the last time at her reflection in the mirror, Hestia walked out of the place with paper bags on both of her hands. Her once long black wavy hair is now straight black with balayage ash gray. Hestia also bought T-shirts with no to little prints, few pairs of sneakers, and a cup. The straight hair, t-shirts, sneakers, and cup are not her thing, and yet she bought them. Simply because Lily is that kind of person. Altho
