As for my parents, I have my own way of dealing with it. Besides, compared to marrying some stupid person, it's still much better to be scolded by your parents."
Nancy knew she couldn't advise Primrose, so she did as she was told and drove to a major hair salon in town. Primrose had finished her breakfast early, excitedly got out of the car, and pushed open the door to enter, to the surprise of everyone who sat down in the chair opposite the large mirror.
"Hi, I want to dye my hair platinum. Thanks."
Hearing that striking color from Primrose's mouth, Nancy, walking behind, was indeed going from surprise to surprise. She sat down next to Primrose before the hesitant gaze of the salon staff nodded, signaling her to do as Primrose wanted.
Anyway, having arrived at the salon, Nancy did not hesitate to dye her hair a bright red, as striking as Primrose's platinum hair color. If you're close friends, you'll have to bear it together. Not to mention, Nancy has wanted to have a special hair color like this for a long time.
Finally, after a few hours of sitting in the hairdresser's shop, both of them had a satisfactory hair color. Primrose looked at the cool girl in the mirror, almost did not recognize herself, and quickly turned her head to Nancy and stroked her hair.
"How is it, Nancy? Don't I look ten times more beautiful? If I walked into the bar yesterday, I'm sure I'd be the most standout girl."
Nancy nodded approvingly, also enjoying her new hair. Needless to say, changing the hair color made the two of them feel much better. After leaving the shop, they went to a luxurious restaurant to have lunch.
"Have you thought it through? Do you really want to meet your fiancé with such a rebellious expression?"
Nancy picked up a piece of potato chip and put it in her mouth, still not reassured enough to ask again. Although she knew Primrose's personality well, this expression of hers was completely outside of Nancy's expectations, making her somewhat nervous.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm an adult. I can take responsibility for all my rash actions."
Primrose took a sip of the juice, shrugging in response. Either way, sooner or later, her parents would know her true personality, so she just took this opportunity to speed things up a bit.
After lunch, Nancy took Primrose home again. At this time, perhaps the other family had just arrived at Primrose's house. Looking at the strange silver car parked in front of her friend's house, Nancy still couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"Primrose, do you need me to go in there and explain it to you? Or do you just say that it was my instigation and that the fault is all on my side?"
Primrose laughed at Nancy's carefree thought, calmly patting her shoulder to reassure her.
"I will be fine. This is it. You just go back first. If something happens, I'll call you for help, okay?"
Nancy nodded firmly and said that she would do her best to protect Primrose, which made her laugh even more. Primrose turned to get out of the car, waved at Nancy, and then slowly walked into the house. As expected, the fiancé's family arrived on time.
With an unwavering mood, Primrose took off her shoes and entered the house. She also approached her parents' side with confidence and greeted them quietly.
"Parents, I'm back."
Primrose's mother heard her daughter's familiar voice and was pleased to drag her in and introduce her to everyone. But when she saw the color of Primrose's hair, her eyes widened.
"Primrose, what did you do with your hair?"
Primrose also soon guessed this flamboyant reaction of her mother, just casually stroking her hair and tilting her head with a harmless smile.
"What's wrong with this hair? I just felt that the first day I met my fiancé, I showed up with the most outstanding appearance."
When mentioning these words, "fiancé," Primrose especially emphasized that her mother did not know what to say. Just as Primrose was about to pout a few more words, suddenly from the opposite side came a low, male voice.
"It's okay, Auntie. I'm really impressed with her look; very stylish."
In addition to receiving compliments, Primrose very excitedly turned her head, wanting to appreciate the aesthetic gout of the person who just spoke up. It was just that, until she could clearly see the other person's face, her face suddenly stiffened. Well, how can this be? How small is this earth?
She rubbed her eyes repeatedly to verify she wasn't mistaken, finally having to painfully admit a dreary truth.
The person who had just gone through a crazy one-night stand with her yesterday was the damn fiancé she had been talking about so often lately.
This alone was enough to make Primrose's mood drop to the bottom of the cliff. The excitement of being able to be in front of rebellious parents for once also disappeared without a trace.
The first time she encountered a funny situation, Primrose was confused, while the oligarch, Joel, was extremely pleased. He took a sip of tea on the table and raised an eyebrow at her provocatively. If it weren't for her parents still around, she would definitely step in to expose his indifference.
"Okay, it's happened anyway. You better sit down. Joel's family is here today, so we can meet and discuss your marriage."
Primrose's father was still a gentleman, after all. He helped Primrose sit down on the sofa across from Joel's house. Before many eyes were focused on her, she did not dare to say many words; she only dared to quietly observe the situation on this side.
The atmosphere quickly calmed down, and the adults in the house began to talk about something together, but Primrose couldn't listen because, at this time, her mind was full of images that weren't meant for children at night.