08-25-2016, 07:54 AM
Ilesha was certain that she could do her own hair and makeup she wasn't completely inept at the whole being a girl thing. But she sighed and joined Claire as she waltzed through the GUM as if she owned the place. Everyone here felt like they owned the place. Ilesha tried not to stare. She was almost certain she saw a certain pop star careening though a pair of double doors into a suit shop.
Ilesha was still taken aback by the whole glitz and glam of the place that she hadn't realized they'd walked into a beauty salon. The buzz of the hair dryers was almost over powering. The women at the counter gave Ilesha one of those, OMG I can't believe you just walked in here looks and started their direction.
Before the woman even said a word Ilesha had her wallet out and was handing the women the cash flow. She may work at a garage, but her bank said otherwise. It helps when your trust came in at 18 and your parents were constantly giving you money to show their affection. Her name mean nothing in Moscow, but in some places in New York it could mean the difference between a booth or a secluded table for two. Her parents were sought after for very different reasons and buttering up the kids was usually one of the ways to get good in their books. Ilesha had never really cared to use her name like a weapon, but maybe she should.
The open draft from her bank account turned the woman's head and her smile brightened as she took Ilesha by the shoulders and guided her to one of the seats. "Devon will be with your shortly. And your friend?"
Ilesha nodded. "I'm paying."
Claire probably didn't need the treatment herself she already looked fabulous, but she wasn't going to sit through this alone - the more the merrier.
Ilesha was still taken aback by the whole glitz and glam of the place that she hadn't realized they'd walked into a beauty salon. The buzz of the hair dryers was almost over powering. The women at the counter gave Ilesha one of those, OMG I can't believe you just walked in here looks and started their direction.
Before the woman even said a word Ilesha had her wallet out and was handing the women the cash flow. She may work at a garage, but her bank said otherwise. It helps when your trust came in at 18 and your parents were constantly giving you money to show their affection. Her name mean nothing in Moscow, but in some places in New York it could mean the difference between a booth or a secluded table for two. Her parents were sought after for very different reasons and buttering up the kids was usually one of the ways to get good in their books. Ilesha had never really cared to use her name like a weapon, but maybe she should.
The open draft from her bank account turned the woman's head and her smile brightened as she took Ilesha by the shoulders and guided her to one of the seats. "Devon will be with your shortly. And your friend?"
Ilesha nodded. "I'm paying."
Claire probably didn't need the treatment herself she already looked fabulous, but she wasn't going to sit through this alone - the more the merrier.