Atomic Blonde Haircut

Delphine leaned forward, staring at the stranger in the mirror. The soft, innocent French girl was gone. In her place was a creature of sharp angles and shadows. The haircut was severe, almost brutal, but it transformed her face from "pretty" to "dangerous."

Lorraine moved fast. She crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Delphine’s wrist firmly but without malice. She pried the shears from the French woman’s frantic grip. Delphine slumped, exhausted, the adrenaline crash hitting her hard. atomic blonde haircut