96 Snips, Sass, and Surprises

As Lia and Damon stepped into Mizka's, they were greeted by the sight of an old lady with a stern expression, her gray hair pulled back into a tight bun. She eyed them suspiciously, her demeanor sending a shiver down Lia's spine. Damon flashed a charming smile at the hairstylist, attempting to break the ice. "Good morning! We're here for a haircut for Lia," he announced cheerfully, hoping to diffuse any tension. The hairstylist merely grunted in response, her expression unyielding as she gestured for Lia to take a seat in the chair. Damon exchanged a wary glance with Lia, sensing trouble brewing in the air. "So, uh, what are we thinking for Lia's hair today?" he asked tentatively, hoping to appease the formidable hairstylist. The old lady harrumphed, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Lia's hair. "Hmph, it's a mess," she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with disdain. Lia bristled at the hairstylist's blunt assessment, shooting Damon a pleading look for support. "Wel