129. It is time

Kora sat in front of the mirror as directed by the stylist while Emily and Lucinda sat away from her getting their hair and makeup done. 

Everything was going smoothly until the hairstylist picked up the scissors. Before it could go near Kora's hair, her hand was stopped midway by a bodyguard who moved faster than her hand could reach the hair. 

The hairstylist's eyes went wide as saucers at the sudden intrusion, she was about to complain when Kora spoke color for the first time since entering the salon. "Cut my hair, I cut your fingers." She said glaring at the stylists through the reflection in the mirror. 

The stylist with the scissors shuddered at the coldness of her voice and her piercing gaze. She was now glad that they had stopped her in time before she could make a mistake that she would have regretted terribly.