Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Everly and Olivia, both having suffered from disastrous relationships, went to the salon. Everly picked out two male hairstylists for them.

One of the hairstylists lit up with excitement at the sight of Olivia and immediately recommended some trending hairstyles. She outright rejected the suggestion. “I want it short—as short as possible.”

“Darling, I know the cool girl look is trendy, but getting a pixie cut might limit the outfit styles you can pull off. Why don’t I give you a shoulder-length cut? You’ll look younger and can rock it at any event.”

“It’s fine.”

“Your hair is long and luscious. I can tell that you have kept it for years. It’s really a pity to cut it off.” The stylist shook his head regretfully.

Olivia stared at her reflection in the mirror. Despite her lack of rest, her features still looked as exquisite as ever. Her tresses, which she hadn’t taken care of, tumbled across her shoulders. It made her look demure.

She hadn’t cut her hair in years because Ethan loved her long hair. Since the stylist was reluctant to cut it off, she grabbed the scissors and said, “I’ll do it myself.”

She cut off her hair without hesitation, sending the long locks fluttering onto the ground. It somehow symbolized her parting ways with her lovely youth and innocence.

She returned the scissors to the guy and allowed him to proceed with styling her. “Alright, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

When Everly emerged with her new pink hair, she was shocked at Olivia’s new hairstyle and marveled at it. “Wow. It’s true—you can really rock any style if you’re good-looking. Liv, you look so cool!”

Everly’s next order of business was to hurry to the supermarket and buy some gender-neutral clothes for Olivia to match the new middle-part pixie cut. Their new styles attracted lots of attention when they walked down the streets later in the day.

a selfie with Olivia by a storefront and uploaded it to

Olivia. It was something she had wanted to devour for a long time. The nice meal

like we’re back in high school? Our biggest worry at that time was solving calculus problems. Now that you think about it, that isn’t tough at all—just use the right formula,

let it go just for that night. She took a sip and joked, “That’s because you sucked at math. I

beat you, genius. You were only thirteen when you joined us in high school. I thought someone from middle school got lost on their way to class. I wasn’t expecting

lifted her glass. “Genius or idiot, it doesn’t matter. Let’s raise a glass to our singlehood! I can finally buy whatever I want now that

face as she was celebrating her newfound

to support his studies, and I gave my all

with troubles of her own, had no better advice for her friend than

wanted to send Everly home, but that tipsy girl forcefully dragged her to the Dark Horse Clubhouse. She sighed, knowing

her marriage, but Everly only had very little time to wrap up the loose ends with her boyfriend abroad and rush home. She must have needed more time to

with Everly for a long time after chemo, and that was if she survived it. That night, she went to

overexcited Everly patted her hand and squealed, “Look at the usher! Isn’t he

dark horse in the center of the lobby. “Yeah,”

have fun! If I have to pay for a man, I’d rather it go to a hot one that’s good at sweet talk. Don’t you think

“You’re absolutely right.”

a generous millionaire overnight. She led Olivia into a spacious lounge, where she ordered ten bottles of Armand de Brignac in one go and ignored Olivia’s attempt

them, each with a distinct style, ranging from sweet to chic. Everly declared

abs. Olivia was too shy to even look at them. “It’s alright.

cash on the table. She