enses and ran her hands over her head the way she
always did when she was upset。 As her fingers touched her prickly scalp； she stopped dead in her
tracks。 The most disastrous thought of all bubbled up in her brain； and before she could stop it； it
spilled out。 Did Dan only go out with her in the first place because of her shaved head？ Was it
possible that he only liked her hair because it made her look 。 。 。manly？
Vanessa suddenly felt like she was going to be sick all over the corner of Eleventh and Broadway。
Almost before she knew what she was doing； she grabbed her cell and began punching keys in
total panic。 She needed to feel feminine and sexy immediately； and there was only one person who
could really help her。
？Helllllooo？？ Blair？s voice sounded like it was trapped in a wind tunnel or something。
？Hey Blair？it？s Vanessa。？ There was a pause in which Vanessa could hear the sound of giggling
in the background； and then a loud whooshing noise。 ？I need 。 。 。 help。？ Vanessa took a deep breath；
wondering why the next words were so hard for her to say。 ？I need 。 。 。 a makeover；？ she blurted
out； putting her index finger in her mouth and gnawing violently on her nail。
？Actually； you？ve got perfect timing。 I？m at Warren
Trii getting extensions right this very minute？ Blair responded enthusiastically。 Vanessa
realized that the wind was the sound of hair…dryers in the background。 ？e on over
immediamente。？ Twenty minutes later Vanessa sat in a stylist？s chair next to Blair； watching as a
thin Frenchman named Louis with a pointy nose and sleek chin…length black hair threaded strands
of golden brown hair into Blair？s already thick mane。
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