This choice: Vivian takes you to a hair salon • Go Back... This was insane! Sure, she had your back up against the wall because your father would kill you if he found the weed, but there's a difference between one night of embarrassment and weeks of it. And the clothes were just the beginning, Vivian had you up early the next morning to join her in yoga.
"It helps me maintain my feminine equilibrium," she insisted.
You think she just wanted an excuse to make you don the tight exercise clothes she'd bought you.
Then, during breakfast, you whipped out your phone like you always did, and after struggling to unlock it with your newly lengthened nails, Vivian grabbed it out of your hands and replaced it with an identical phone in a hot pink case. The wallpaper was a picture of Bradley and your gaming apps had been replaced by various social media apps.
"What are all these? Maddy sBraddy?" you asked.
"A girl can't just show up out of nowhere, she needs a presence, otherwise you'll get discovered for sure. Besides, I couldn't just keep those adorable pics and videos to myself..." Vivian replied.
You quickly opened the apps to find that pictures and video from your shopping trip had been added, with Vivian's commentary about how excited you were for prom, or more embarrassingly, text over the video so it seemed like it was your own feelings.
Bradley had been staying at a friend's the last few days, so he hadn't seen you yet, but you were dreading that moment. After breakfast, you once again got dressed, this time in a ruffle mini-skirt, blouse and strappy heeled sandals. You were doing better walking in them, but by no means a pro.
Arriving at the salon, you were ushered inside where Vivian warmly greeted the stylists. Naturally, she knew them, this was the salon she frequented.
"Viv, great to see you, this must be the stepdaughter..." one of the stylists said. "You're a knockout, darling."
"Uh... Thanks..." you muttered.
"Take a seat, take a seat," she motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs. You complied. "Now, what are we thinking?"
Vivan felt your hair was too "dingy" so it was agreed upon (with no input from you, of course) that you were to have it dyed a few shades lighter, taking your hair from a dark brown to a dark blonde. Mercifully, she didn't feel the need to add extensions, but only because your hair was long enough to style into a cute style. Along with the dye-job, they also added curls, bounce and volume. You didn't know what that actually meant, but the results spoke for themselves. Now, even you'd date you.
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