Sylvia laughed softly. "It's quite okay. Alright then. Let's get to it."
The two of them began bustling around Ivy. Trish grabbed brushes, pins, and hairspray, while Sylvia delicately sectioned Ivy's hair. They joked, argued, and teased Ivy relentlessly.
Ivy laughed through it all, letting herself be swept up in the energy. She felt her nerves ease, the tension of the past weeks dissolving. Trish and Sylvia bickered playfully over the perfect curl pattern, their voices echoing through the room. It was chaotic, loud, and perfect in a way Ivy hadn't realized she needed.
As the hours ticked by, Sylvia began to feel a subtle shift inside herself. She was just another girl in the room, laughing, teasing. The bond formed quickly because of shared laughter, quiet moments of encouragement.
It was different. It was freeing. Sylvia felt a warmth. And she liked it.
