Chapter 149
The taste of success was incredibly sweet—so much so that a faint chuckle escaped Penelope’s lips.
She was certain of one thing:
‘There might be people who’ve never used a hair iron, but there’s no one who uses it just once.’
Once someone experienced the convenience of the hair iron, they’d never want to go back to heating traditional curling tongs over a fire. Even Giselle, her maid, treated the hair iron Penelope had given her like a precious treasure.
In this world, hair was considered a universal symbol of beauty for both men and women. The fuller and shinier the hair, the more attractive one was deemed.
‘And yet, managing hair here is such a hassle.’
Noblewomen, in particular, often had long, voluminous hair that required extensive care. Maintaining it was an ordeal, one akin to a swan gliding gracefully on the water’s surface while furiously paddling underneath.
The idea of a place that could handle every aspect of hair care from start to finish? It was no surprise that Halo Beauty Salon had become an instant hit.
“The service where the stylists wash customers’ hair is particularly popular. There are even ladies who visit the salon just for that,” Pablo reported.
“Really?”
“Yes. Apparently, the reclining chairs are so convenient that some customers are asking to buy them. We’ve already applied for a patent with the Tower Master’s approval.”
This was an unexpected development. Lucas chimed in with an even more surprising remark.