Capítulo 37: New Hair Do 1
Alora wrapped herself around a towel and left the room. She was supposed when she saw a group of stylish looking women who seemed to be picking clothes for one of them to wear. One look at them told her that they were Italian.
"Excuse me," Alora started and all he heads turned to her. "I believe that you are in the wrong room." She said in Italian.
A tall, young and elegant woman emerged from the group. She wore a blue jumpsuit and red Jimmy Choos. She had curly brownish-blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Sir Cannon was right. She is gorgeous." The woman exclaimed, still in Italian and the others mummered in admiration. "I am sorry, dear." The woman bowed. "Do you speak English." She asked, now in English.
"I most certainly do." She replied and the women began swooning again as they rained her with complements.
"She is so pretty."
"OMG, she makes Bella Hadid look like a joke."
"She makes me blush."
"Are you a supermodel, darling?"
"He has good eyes for ladies."
"Any artist would die just trying to work with such angelic face."
"Her Italian is to die for."
"Jyst look at those eyes."
"I might never be straight again."
"Ladies." The brunette restored order into the room and turned to Alora with an apologetic smile.
"I haven't introduced myself. I am Harper Muriel, Italy's best makeup artist. And these are my helping hands." Harper motioned to the team of women behind her.
Alora smiled at them and back at Harp. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I am Alora Silver."
"Sir Cannon hired us to fix you up. He plans on taking you around Italy and we don't want the media recognizing either of you." Harp noticed that Lora was shivering. "Let's get started. Mae, cover Miss Silver in another towel. Pam, give her a dressing gown. Hurry."
A blonde covered Alora in a towel and another brunette handed her a dressing gown which she quickly wore.
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