Simone sat on the stool in front of the large vanity mirror attached to the room with a permanent scowl plastered on her face. The beauticians surrounded her moving their magic wands on her already perfectly shaped structure. She eyed the thick makeup brushes, hair straightener, and curlers, as they worked their way on her elegant face and hair. She limited her deadly looks for Alice and her team while the girls were giving her stern looks so that she’d cooperate. But this was Simone Thompson, someone who lacks the word cooperation from her vocabulary.Having enough, Simone swatted Alice's hand away and discarding the tweezer, she roared, "Now do you plan to shred my skin or what? For how long you are going to do my eyebrows?"Her tone depicted an extreme amount of frustration, while the females gave disapproving looks to Alice. For more than an hour, they have been trying to bring her to sit straight, but her hands were continuously working their way on her mobile keyboard. Throughout
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