The faint hum of the blower roused Zarina from her brief nap. As she opened her eyes, a momentary blur met her gaze. Blinking rapidly, she cleared her vision and found herself staring at a transformed image in the mirror. The innocent look was replaced by sophistication, portraying a fierce and bold aura.
Tempted to sing an international singer's lyrics about transformation, she refrained when she noticed Draymond looking at her through the mirror.
"It's all done, ma'am. How was it? May I know your comments?" the salon staff inquired.
Inspecting her hair and nails, Zarina couldn't help but feel content. "Well, I have nothing to say but wow! I think you deserve a tip for a good job," she expressed with satisfaction.
"Really?" The female attendee's face lit up with delight; after all, who wouldn't be happy to receive a tip?
"Where can I pay?"
"There, ma'am, the cashier is at the receiving area."
"Okay, thanks."
