"Wow! Cylien, your hair is like pure silk," Amelia exclaimed as her fingers delicately brushed through Cylien's flowing golden-blond locks.
"I can't help but be envious," Celeste chimed in, her smile radiant.
The trio occupied a salon on the fourth floor, nestled within the women's section of a bustling shopping mall in Central Vedelia. Cylien had initially considered hiring a professional makeup artist for the occasion, but Amelia and Celeste had insisted on pampering their friend. They had made themselves at home amid the salon's furnishings, skillfully recreating a relaxed atmosphere.
"Why did both of you decide to accompany me?" Cylien inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes.
"Because, dear friend, we were genuinely concerned for you," Amelia replied, her tone conveying sincerity that could touch any heart, though Cylien's remained steadfast.
