As the haze in my mind dissipates, I find myself sitting on a styling chair in a salon. There's a giant mirror in front of me. My hair is a little damp, being combed by the lady in pink who is standing behind me. She trims the ends of my pale hair, stroking my head here and there with her long slender fingers with pointy purple nails.
"You have such beautiful hair." The lady says to me, "You should never dye them."
As she trails off, her voice thickens as glitter disintegrates from her face. Her skin turns spring green. Her eyes have enlarged, covering half of her small heart-shaped face. Twin moss green antlers grow from the mass of messy baby pink hair on her head. I forget to breathe for a moment, keeping my eyes fixed on the mirror.
"Is something wrong, Miss Solomon?"
She leans closer to me. I am not good at hiding my feelings from my face. Baek Joon-Woo can read me like a book and he always says that I am his favourite book.
