I Don't Know the Original, I'm Too Busy Trying to Make a Living

Chapter 130

Finally, Penelope held the hair iron in her hand and opened the tong section. She grabbed a small strand of Ahwin's hair and placed it carefully between the clamps.

Ahwin’s shoulders tensed, nervous that the hot magical device might accidentally burn his skin.

Penelope skillfully pressed the golden strands with the hair iron, twisting it gently. A smooth, natural curl appeared in the hair.

"Wow!" exclaimed Giselle in admiration.

"There, all done," she announced.

"..."

Ahwin, entranced by Penelope’s touch, belatedly looked at himself in the mirror. His expression froze in shock.

"What... what is this?!"

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