He thought it was a glitch and kept logging out and back in, trying again and again.
The clerk started watching him suspiciously, thinking he was trying to skip out on the bill.
Scarlet, clearly embarrassed, whispered urgently,
"Brother Ethan, please pay quickly. I’ll reward you later, okay?"
Left with no choice, Ethan opened his personal payment code and reluctantly used what little money he had left.
The moment the payment went through, he blurted out,
"Why is it so expensive? It’s just a haircut! Scarlet, were you scammed?"
The clerk shot him a cold glance and muttered,
"This salon caters to high-end clients. Four thousand dollars isn’t even that much. If you can’t afford it, don’t come in."
Ethan’s face turned alternating shades of red and white from embarrassment.
Just then, he noticed 99 unread messages had popped up in the class group chat.
He nearly passed out from anger.
He wanted to lash out at me, but realized I had already blocked him.
Unaware of the chaos unfolding, I was relaxing while getting my hair done.
A few hours later, I had a fresh princess cut, Tessa went blonde, and Lydia got voluminous waves.
Satisfied, I thought about posting it on my Moments feed—
but decided against it, just in case someone was watching.
Still, just thinking about the look on Scarlet’s face tomorrow lifted my mood.
The next morning, before class, I had just stepped into the corridor when I heard someone calling my name.
I turned and saw a student council member staring at Scarlet from behind, mistaking her permed hair for mine.
Scarlet turned around with a shy smile.
"Oh, student council member, I’m not Celeste. Do we really look that much alike? So many people are mistaking me for her today."
My eyes turned icy as I stepped forward.
"Look like me, Hu? Really? My skin isn’t as dark as yours, I’m taller than you, and my eyes aren’t that small. Don’t lie with a straight face."
The student council member blinked, recognizing my new hairstyle, and quickly nodded.
"You’re right. You don’t look like Celeste at all. I only mistook her because of the curls."
She grabbed my hand and smiled sweetly.
"But your new hairstyle is gorgeous—better than before. I won’t confuse you two again."
Other friends joined in:
"Yes! It's stunning. I used to think big waves suited you, but this new cut is even better!"