Eighty-Three

Without any idea what D' Angelo was up to, he announced that I needed to accompany him somewhere later and that I needed to get my hair done.

My mom and Amari accompanied me to finish my hair and nails while the bodyguards watched us. Before we could enter the salon, the bodyguards had to force every client and over sixty percent of the staff to leave. The place was heavily guarded, with no entrance or exit.

"This is insane," Amari whispered as we walked in. "D'Angelo is incredibly protective of you."

The salon was silent, and I saw the bodyguards in the mirror. My heart pounded in my chest, wondering what D'Angelo was up to.

My mother stood beside me as the stylist washed, trimmed, and styled my hair into a perfect chignon. The stylist's movements were too quick, and it was difficult for her to remain calm throughout the process.

After that, I had my nails done in French tips and chose a nude color. A dress awaited me at home, and D'Angelo had already changed into a charcoal gray bla