Chapter 2

Her dark hair, once a tangled mess, now looked sleek and glossy, falling in waves down her back.

My fingers had worked magic, taming every strand of her wild hair.

Elara turned her head this way and that, admiring the way the light shone on her hair. A slow, satisfied smirk curled her lips.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice thick with genuine awe. She reached up, running her fingers through a section of her newly styled hair. "You're incredible, Isabella." My cheeks flushed with ...