102 DIZZY SPELL

The house felt empty, and it was lonely despite its eclectic nature. The colors could not fill her loneliness, so she decided to go on a walk. She decided to go to a salon, do some hair, and check on Luke's drawer office. She packed her salon bag, filling it with her brushes, combs, hair treatments, and snacks. She was determined to look her best while questioning him about his sudden disappearance from the house. Her hair was rough and smelly anyway, so she might as well get it done. Isabella drove out of the mansion against the security's will because of strict instructions not to allow her to leave the house, but she was adamant, and Isa always had her way. The trip to the salon was smooth, Beads and weaves, the yellow and purple splashed signage read. It was located in the heart of town, just behind the traffic lights, tucked between a bakery and a hardware store, an unusual location for a salon. Isabella remembered Luke jokingly calling it the assistant traffic light and as