Do you want to accuse me?

I sat comfortably in the chair and explained my wishes to the hairdresser. "I would like to cut my shoulder length hair and dye it black, please."

He nodded with a professional smile.

-All right, we'll do that. It will suit you perfectly

While he prepared the necessary tools, I took the opportunity to discreetly put Visha's keys and wallet, which I had subtly stolen, into the bag of another customer sitting nearby. Everything had to appear natural and fluid so as not to arouse suspicion.

With measured movements, I slipped the stolen items into the customer's bag, then I stood up, an innocent look plastered on my face. I quickly checked that no one had noticed me. Satisfied, I relaxed and let the hairdresser begin his work.

-Besides, I bought your ticket for one of your concerts in Paris

-You listen to my songs ?

-Since your debut, the hairdresser admitted to me, I have always been one of your loyal fans

-Wow, thank you, that means a lot to me, I replied, smiling at him.

-You deserve it after all you worked so hard to get there, the hairdresser told me

There was something cathartic about the feeling of the scissors cutting my hair, followed by the application of the dye. It was as if each strand that fell took with it a part of my doubts and worries. The intense black of the dye symbolized renewal, a strength that I was about to fully embrace.

As the hairdresser worked, I glanced at Visha. She was still furious, trying as best she could to clean her bag and understand what had happened. This made me smile inside. It may have been petty, but the satisfaction of having disrupted her a little gave me a sense of personal justice.

When the hairdresser was finished, I looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised by the result. My black hair, cut just above my shoulders, framed my face perfectly. I felt different, more sure of myself.

-Thank you, it's perfect, I said to the hairdresser gratefully.

-Glad you like it, he replied with a smile.

I paid the bill and left the living room, feeling Visha's gaze burning into my back. But that didn't matter anymore. I had regained my calm and my confidence.

-Revenge is a dish best served cold, Visha suddenly said to me, staring at me with a malevolent look.

-Not just cold but frozen, I retorted.

I headed to the counter to pay for my hairdressing session.

-How much will it cost me for this magnificent cut?, I asked him

-Everything has already been paid ma'am, the employee smiled at me

-Oh good?, I replied in surprise.

-Yes by Madame Meridia and her husband, she explained to me

Outside, the fresh air did me good. I took a deep breath, savoring this moment of freedom and renewal. The day promised to be full of new possibilities, and I was ready to embrace them, leaving the shadows of the past behind.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from Meridia: "So the haircut? Do you like it? Can't wait to see what it looks like"

I smiled as I read the message. A new adventure awaited me, and I was determined to live it to the fullest. Koen, the orphanage, even Visha… it was all part of a journey that would make me stronger. With this thought in mind, I set out, ready to face the challenges and opportunities ahead.

As I left the hair salon, one of the hairdressers called out to me. "Miss, excuse me, but a customer named Visha would like to see you. She claims you stole her keys and wallet."