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.

fell, Everly took a selfie with Olivia by a storefront and uploaded it to her Instagram. The post was captioned:

had wanted to devour for a long time.

about it, that isn’t tough at all—just use the right formula, and you have your answer, unlike men.

but she decided to let it go just for that night. She took a sip and joked, “That’s because you sucked at

You were only thirteen when you joined us in high school. I thought someone from middle school got

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

as she was celebrating her

did 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, yet I’ve never

struggling with troubles of her own, had no better advice

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

to wrap up the loose ends with her boyfriend abroad and rush home. She must have needed more time to

the detour because she knew that she couldn’t have fun with Everly for a long time after chemo, and that was if she survived it. That night, she went to a clubhouse

squealed, “Look at the usher!

of a dark horse in the center of the lobby. “Yeah,” she absent-mindedly

loose and have fun! If I have to pay for a man, I’d rather it go to

“You’re absolutely right.”

into a spacious lounge, where she ordered ten bottles of Armand de Brignac in one go and ignored Olivia’s attempt

politely introduced ten male models to them, each with a distinct style, ranging from sweet to chic. Everly declared boldly,

abs. Olivia was too shy to

cash on the table.