As you step inside the pretty marble building, a gush of refreshing cold air greets you. It smells of orchids and oriental lilies, and you're directed by a pretty receptionist to a waiting area. The interior is plush, with white and soft-pink decoration. You wait, seated comfortably on a white leather couch, and wait for your name to be called.
this is a pride location.
The salon will be offering complimentary hair and makeovers for the march, so here's a good place to stop before you head into the grounds!
She pushed the door open fifteen minutes before the store was closing, which was actually intentional. She'd hoped, since it was so close to closing, that the store would be empty. She didn't want any attention, nor did she want to share the attention of the person she was coming to see, not that the person needed to know that. She walked to the front counter, her nails tapping lightly against the bench.
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 19:47, June 14, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar had been expecting a visit from Sophia any day now, just not knowing when said day was. Every night she had been waiting for it to no avail, so when she heard the familiar ding of the door being opened, she didn't get her hopes up. Walking to the counter with her head cast downwards as she looked at some lipsticks on a tray, she was initially unaware of her customer's identity until she looked up. Immediately a smile came to her face as she curtsied awkwardly, trying to avoid the swathe of lipsticks falling to the floor. "Your Highness," she said, a teasing tone to her voice - based off their interactions at the Royal Wedding, Skylar felt comfortable enough to do so, "Are you hear for an appointment or just dropping by?"
She raised an eyebrow as she watched the other girl curtsy but didn't comment on it, deciding she was probably teasing her with it. "Appointment," she responded, "looking for a...manicure, trim and...the 'Floral Orient Massage', whatever that is," she recited, looking at the list, almost tempted to ask for a wax, just to tease her.
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 18:34, June 21, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar noticed the smirk and the smile on her face mimicked it almost instantly. Had it not been for other employees about, she would've played Sophia's game with ease but, given the prying eyes, a curt nod replaced any words of encouragement, "A pedicure might also be a nice way to complete the treatment." She still wore the smirk, though, suggesting that she had picked up on Sophia's hint drop.