Sylvan Cheney's technique for styling hair was quite skilled, even to the point where he was a bit surprised himself.
"Alright, take a look and see if you're satisfied." Sylvan Cheney pulled her over to the mirror.
Jasmine Yale, now neatly dressed, looked spirited, her complexion rosy, lashes curled, and her eyes full of vitality.
Sylvan Cheney had styled her hair into dual ponytails.
Jasmine Yale gazed at her reflection in the mirror. For a moment, her eyes filled with astonishment, as if she saw herself at sixteen or seventeen.
Back then, she loved wearing dual ponytails, looking very obedient, charming, and sweet, or as some would say, particularly likable.
Likable... likable to whom really.
Time hadn't left much of a mark on her face, except for the baby fat fading from her cheeks, her eyes being not as bright as before, and her smile not as radiant, everything else seemed unchanged.
In moments of ambiguity, she often felt like she was back in the days gone by.
