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 storefront and uploaded it to her Instagram. The post

on a fancy steak dinner with Olivia. It was something she had wanted to devour for a long time.

at that time was solving calculus problems. Now that you think about it, that isn’t tough at all—just use the right formula, and you have your answer, unlike men. You give your all to men, and all you get

night. She took a

genius. You were only thirteen when you joined us in high school.

poured Olivia a drink and 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

streamed down Everly’s face as she was celebrating

you know that I used to buy the lowest-grade steak on sale at the grocery store? I saved my ass off to support his studies, and I gave my all to build our future. I’m only 24 this year,

of her own, had no better advice for

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

year to process the breakdown of her marriage, but Everly only had very little time to wrap

couldn’t have fun with Everly for a long time after chemo, and that was if she survived it.

her hand and squealed,

painting of a dark horse in the center

for a man, I’d rather it go

“You’re absolutely right.”

the past, transformed into a generous millionaire overnight. She led Olivia into a spacious lounge, where she ordered ten bottles

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

was too shy to even look

two men and slammed a wad of cash on the table. She