"Wow..."
"This is..."
As the stylists were done 'fixing' my face, they took a moment to stare at me with what seemed to be stunned looks. Taking a look at the mirror in front of them, I couldn't blame them. I looked like a completely different person.
"I'd have mistaken you for a model if not for the fact that I'm the one who made you like this."
The leading stylist, a woman in her late forties, mumbled while tapping the comb she used on me on the right side of her chin. She kept mumbling things like, 'What a waste of potential...' and so on.
To be honest.
I just wanted this to be over. There was a reason why I never took care of my looks, and it primarily had to do with the fact that it took so much time.
I could have been doing so many things in the time it took me to get dressed.
"Hmm. I'm not satisfied."
The leading stylist dropped the comb to the side and nudged someone else.
"Get me a good suit."