Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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With wedding season in full swing, Hope and the rest of the salon staff were busy. There was always a gang of bridesmaids and brides in the salon, either there for a run through or the morning of. She was lucky her boyfriend was also busy with his new job now but she still felt terrible not having time for him unless they both had time off together.
Hope finished off the last bridesmaid's makeup with a few sprays of setting spray, making sure that her work would stay put even in the hot English sun. The brunette she had worked on had a huge grin on her face and clapped. "I look amazing! Let me get your card, I'll have to come as a regular client!" She said, clapping her hands together in glee. Hope nodded and took the cape off before heading towards the register. The women one by one paid for their services and headed towards their limo. Once they had left, Hope could finally breathe. Doing that many services at once took serious planning, but the results were well worth it.
After she cleaned her area, she checked the computer, seeing that someone had booked a haircut. She didn't recognize the name of the client, so she assumed it was someone new. Hope put away her cleaning supplies and heard the front door open.
It wasn't often that Camilla Kensington got a summoning to London to attend an exclusive gala for renowned archeologists, but when she did, the woman knew that she was going to show up in style. She had spent months preparing for this, picking out the most exquisite ball gown, the complimentary heels (even if nobody would see them under her dress), and high end jewels that would be worn around her neck. All was leading up to this evening and then, just like that, one plan fell through. Her stylist in London gave her a mere less than twenty four hours to inform her that she had been double booked, and given that Camilla was currently living out in Hickstead, she was easier to cut from the schedule.
Camilla managed to keep it together over the phone, but as soon as she hung up, an ugly scream escaped her and echoed throughout her Oldaker Ave home, "This is not happening," the woman muttered to herself as she grabbed the pages to see what Hickstead had to offer. She had a mere three hours before she head to had to London. She could not be late, given that her father would be at this gala, and would use it as an excuse to reprimand her for her chosen path within the archelogy community. It always annoyed her that he held onto the bravado of the treasure hunting and returning than her actual discoveries, or the fact that she was a professor at a small, but fine, institution. But Camilla supposed that was what father-daughter relationships were for.
She had success in booking at Color Me Crazy, the receptionist informing her that they had just enough time to fit her in for a trim and updo style. Camilla booked it without any second thoughts, and quickly loaded everything she needed into her sports sedan, and headed downtown to High Street. Parking the car, the woman got out and headed into Color Me Crazy. Dark brown eyes took in the scene, it actually was rather cute. She took the few steps to reception now and informed the girl behind the desk, "I have an appointment with Hope Hoffman." They stared at her, perhaps it was the hautiness in her voice, but they just looked over to a blonde woman now who was cleaning up her space. Taking that cute, Camilla walked over to her now, "Are you Hope Hoffman?"
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . In Denial over LORENA HENLEY REEVES
Hope had no idea what to expect from the appointment - all that her receptionist told her was that the woman needed her hair styled for some sort of event. She glanced over at the computer, raising her eyebrows when she realized it was a new client. She stood up straight and nodded. "That's me, I'm Hope. Camilla, right?" The blonde left from behind the counter and flashed the other woman a smile.
"Come on in, make yourself at home. My chair is the first to the left. Would you like something to drink or a snack?" She turned her hand towards her chair while she turned to grab a cape. The woman rummaged around her station to get her brushes ready, if this was for a fancy event she was getting ready for - Hope was ready to help. "What is the hairstyle for? Something fancy or just something casual?" Hope plugged in her heat tools - not knowing what the woman was going for, but it was better to be prepared. She headed off to the mini kitchen, getting herself a bottle of iced tea and stuck a piece of peanut brittle in her mouth - needing a rush of sugar to keep her going.
It seemed to take a moment, but the blonde woman soon flashed her a rather warm smile: "That's me, I'm Hope. Camilla, right?" Camilla smiled back, a little more curtly than perhaps what the other woman deserved, but she wasn't willing to be friends with an untested hair dresser just yet, "Correct." She was short and straight to the point, watching Hope now as she straightened out her station, "Ah, hot tea please. Yorshire Gold if possible, if not, er, surprise me I suppose."
Brown eyes looked over the styling station - looked nice enough, the product choices were superb though, and Camilla already felt a little more at ease, "I have a gala in London tonight, so I prefer something more upscale. Preferably up and pinned. I fear if I keep it down, it will get wrecked in the drive there as I have a bad habit of playing with my hair while I drive." It was a rather childish thing to admit to, but Camilla knew that she couldn't show up to the gala looking out of sorts, and given she was already having to take care of shimming into a dress in London, this would be quite the test.
"I made sure to wash my hair yesterday, so hopefully it's just enough to help with styling," Camilla commented before sliding into the chair and Hope was disappearing to the back to get tea and perhaps, something to keep herself going.
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . In Denial over LORENA HENLEY REEVES
Hope nodded, always wanting to make sure it was her next client just in case she was wrong. She had a variety of products and tools that people usually came in for, though she was always happy to help either way. "You are in luck, I have Yorkshire Gold. Feel free to have a seat at any chair, I'll just start the kettle and then we can get started." The woman headed back to the mini kitchen and filled the electric kettle with water before setting it on the base and flipping the switch.
The woman made her way back to the front of the salon. She raised her eyebrow, wondering if someone had canceled on the woman. "Oh how fancy. I've been doing bridal parties all morning so you seem to have come on the right day. Something like an updo? Did you have a photo of something similar or do you trust me?" She looked at the woman's hair - it was relatively long, which meant a lot of bobby pins and hairspray.
"That's perfect. Have you ever been here before? Let me get your tea and then we can get started. I'm sure you are in a rush." She had heard the kettle click, meaning that the water was done boiling. Hope hurried back and pulled down a clean mug from the station, flipping it over in her hand and putting a tea bag inside, followed by the hot water. She used her other hand and munched on another piece of peanut brittle, wondering who had dropped it off for her.
After delivering the tea, she pulled out a clean hairbrush - deciding that she would start brushing the hair while they decided what to do.
At the confirmation that the salon had the tea, Camilla couldn't help but to smile, "Ah, excellent. You may become my go-to salon then in town if you have Yorkshire Gold on a daily basis." She knew it was just bagged tea, but those tea bags held a special place in her heart as far as childhood memories went with her father and grandfather. It felt like a warm hug when she had it, and as cold as Camilla Kensington could be, she needed a hug every once in a while, even if it was just in the form of a hot mug of tea.
Dark eyes looked around now, taking in the various chairs and mirrors. She was a little surprised being told that she could sit where ever she wanted. It felt different than London. As Hope Hoffman disappeared to the back, the woman walked down the aisle of chairs, taking in the personal items, before selecting her chair - one that she was confident was Hope's main station and settled in. Camilla made a face, scrunching her nose when the blonde returned and mentioned her earlier cliental, "Bridal parties? You poor sole. I would like my hair half up, and half down. I trust you."
She shook her head, crossing her legs as she settled a little more deeply, "I'm afraid I haven't. I'm rather embarrassed though. I've been at the University for several years now, so there's truly no excuse as to why I haven't set foot into your shop before." At least she was honest, not that there was much in a way to lie, even if she had wanted to. Hope returned with her tea now, which Camilla happily took now as Hope whipped out a brush and stared at her hair. Camilla merely watched her in the mirror before asking, "I'm sure you've dealt with hair like mine before?" the woman inquired, "No doubt you've had all sorts of cliental over the years as a hair stylist."
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . In Denial over LORENA HENLEY REEVES
The blonde nodded as she began brushing the black hair - making sure there weren’t any knots or mats in it. “I have all sorts of different teas, though that one is probably the most popular. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to people preferring tea over coffee.” Her German ancestors would be shaking in their boots - most drank coffee like liquid gold.
She raised a blonde eyebrow as Camila chose her main station - she didn’t have it clearly marked, though there were personal photos of her family and of the most recent photo shoot with her and Pearl, her bay Morgan mare in the corner of the mirror. “I really don’t mind them, most of them are excited to be there. And it takes up most of my days on the weekends.” Tom hated her for it, but it was all part of being a salon owner. “What does your dress look like? Did you bring a picture?” That would give her a better idea of what look to go for.
Hope waved the comment off - not everyone in town needed to go to her for any beauty needs. “Oh, it was just a question. I don’t mind. You are here now, aren’t you? I have employees that offer other services, but I can do basically everything.” Doing manicures and hair were her two favorites, though if someone needed eyebrows threaded or a wax - she would do that too.
“Yes, I have. One of the bridesmaids I worked on recently had the same kind of hair as you. Can I ask what you usually do with it on a regular day?” Once the hair was brushed, she set the brush down on the counter and pulled out a bottle of mousse from her cabinet nearby.
A chortle escaped Camilla at the blonde's coffee verses tea comment, "You must be flabbergasted a lot in England than if you're used to coffee." Yes, people drank coffee here, but Camilla was quite certain that no drink will ever overcome tea as the choice drink if not at a pub. She settled herself into the chair now, not thinking much of the look that Hope was giving her. Camilla leaned forward a bit, studying the photos tucked away in the mirrors frame, "Ah, well you must have nerves of steel then to deal with those girls."
Grabbing her purse, she dug around for her phone and pulled out a photo of the dress to show Hope, "If you think something different hair wise should go with it, I'm flexible." As long as her hair traveled well on the road and could get to the ball unscathed, that's what mostly mattered to Camilla. As the woman explained that she had other employees that could do services, she merely waved the statement off, "No. I want you. You own the place." After all, she was particular, and while she would never admit out loud, the woman was a big enough snob to only want the best out of certain establishments.
She went back to studying the photos as Hope left and came back with the tea now, placing it before her on the counter. She took it delicately before sitting back in the chair now, brown eyes watching Hope in the mirror as she took out the brush, "Oh, either down and wavy. I do like a good up do though just to get hair out of my face or to look a bit more professional." Gone were the days of being wild on digs after all, "How did you get here by the way? Your accent is American."
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . In Denial over LORENA HENLEY REEVES
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