Chapter 132: Salon Visit(3)
Viviana, with confident steps, walked to the next cabin where she heard the loud shouting. It was not that the soundproofing of the cabins was bad. This is a luxury salon and they had ensured that the soundproofing was good.
Still, that childish voice leaked out.
Even before Viviana could listen carefully, she could say that Nadia Donatello was belittling someone, probably her classmate. She tried to open the cabin but Beulah smiled and excused herself. Beulah then politely told her that she will ask if the person inside could be available for a meeting.
Viviana smiled and took a step back. It is acceptable that the mall management is careful not ot cause any disturbance. They know what kind of clientele they serve.
But as Beulah opened the door, Viviana followed her and stepped in. "Nadia! How are you doing?" she said in a cheery tone.
She couldn’t say that Nadia was happy to see her, or pleased with her. Her lips went to all sorts of shapes. But Viviana didn’t mind her. Something about that child made her blood tingle. Well, mainly because she ruined her hair.
Viviana observed around. There was one girl with her camera on. Her entire attention was on the phone screen. Lifting the phone she was taking pictures and then editing them using filters all the while speaking without even noticing that there is another person in the room with her.
With her makeup and demeanor, Viviana could say that she must be one of those influencers or a wannabe influencer. She looked like she was from the upper middle class—the class lower than the Donatello family. But that girl seemed to be someone with ambitions.
Hence, she is sticking to Nadia.
Well, that was her initial assessment looking at that girl. But she might be wrong. Viviana decided to have an open heart about her. After all, she just took a glance at her. Eyes can be deceiving.
Being ambitious is not a crime by itself, but those who are overtly ambitious tend to do anything. By anything, they’ll go to extremes. So, they could be dangerous.
Viviana’s attention turned to the other girl standing hunched. Viviana noticed that her uniform skirt was of a darker shade than the rest. Wet... Her skirt was wet.