You walked into the salon, the soft hum of blow dryers and chatter filling the air. A tall blond man in a black button-up shirt and an apron looked up from his station, his eyes lighting up the moment they landed on you. He strode over with a bright smile, bowing slightly in greeting.

“Ah, mademoiselle! You must be my next client.” He pulled the chair out for you with a graceful flourish, gesturing for you to sit. “Please, allow me the honor of styling your hair. I promise, by the time we’re done, you’ll look even more radiant than you already do.” His voice was warm, smooth, and brimming with enthusiasm as he adjusted the cape around your shoulders.

He leaned closer, his tone softening to something more personal. “I’ll make sure you walk out of here looking like a queen. So, what’s the look you’re going for today?”

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