"You’re right. You don’t look like Celeste at all. I only mistook her because of the curls."
She grabbed my hand and smiled sweetly.
"But your new hairstyle is gorgeous—better than before. I won’t confuse you two again."
Other friends joined in:
"Yes! It's stunning. I used to think big waves suited you, but this new cut is even better!"
"It’s so unique, you can tell it was custom-designed. If anyone tries to copy it, they’ll just end up looking like a fool imitating another fool—it’ll never work."
Scarlet’s face turned crimson. She stomped her foot in frustration.
"What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I want to look like her? You think I want to be her?"
Her jealous gaze locked onto my hair as she spat,
"It’s ugly! Hideous! Who even told you to get a princess cut? It doesn’t suit you at all!"
I didn’t get angry seeing her like that.
Instead, I gently brushed my fingers through her hair and smiled.
"Really? I just like it."
After knocking her hand away, Scarlet chased after me and blocked my path.
"Ethan won’t like it! He prefers the way you used to look!"
Afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she dragged Ethan in front of me.
"Right, Brother Ethan? You think so too, don’t you?"