IT WAS FRIDAY. Clementine was getting all dolled up for her date with Robby, but she realized she messed up her hair with the curling iron. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, feeling frustrated. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she heard a chuckle from behind. She turned her head and saw Tyler laughing his ass off. "Tyler, get out of my room!" she yelled, annoyed. Tyler stuck his tongue out at her like a mischievous toddler. "Ty, you're 17, stop acting like a child," Clementine snapped, rolling her eyes.
As Clementine snapped at Tyler, her aunt Anastasia happened to walk by. She couldn't help but notice the back of Clementine's hair sticking up. With a suppressed laugh and a bitten lip, she approached Clementine and said, "Oh, Clem, let me help you..." Anastasia trailed off, her hand reaching out to fix Clementine's hair. Clementine shrugged, her gaze fixed on her lap. "I look like a fool, Robby's probably gonna make fun of me," she sighed. Anastasia ran her hand through Clementine's hair, gently brushing out the curls and starting over, assuring her that everything would be fine.
Anastasia gave Clementine a playful smack on the shoulder and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Clem, you're absolutely beautiful, and if Robby can't see that, then he must be blind," she confidently declared. Clementine shrugged, still feeling a bit unsure. The Katz women let out a sigh, determined to boost Clementine's confidence. "Lift your head up, sweetheart. I'm gonna work my magic and redo your hair for you," Anastasia said with a reassuring smile. Clementine obediently lifted her head, and Anastasia skillfully sectioned and curled her hair, making sure it looked absolutely stunning.
As Anastasia skillfully curled Clementine's hair, it struck a chord with Clementine. Memories of her mom flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Being so young, she missed out on cherished moments like celebrating Mother's Day, getting ready for dances, receiving guidance on her first period, and learning how to use makeup and style her hair from her mom. With her dad's demanding work schedule and his duty to serve in the military and help wounded soldiers, Clementine understood the sacrifices but couldn't help longing for a more traditional upbringing.
As Anastasia worked her magic, she carefully divided Clementine's hair into small sections, gently wrapping them around the curling iron. The soft hiss of the hot iron meeting Clementine's hair filled the air, as each curl took shape, bouncing with life and vitality. Anastasia's skilled hands moved with grace and precision, ensuring that every curl was perfect.
With each curl, Anastasia would pause to admire her handiwork, running her fingers through the newly formed ringlets to separate them slightly, creating a natural and voluminous look. The room was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation as Clementine's hair transformed into a beautiful cascade of curls.
