Carol gets an elderly hairsyle fitting for her elderly look

Taking a seat in the chair, Carol calmed her nerves.

"Everything is going to be alright." she told herself and let herself relax in the chair. Watching the stylist come over, there was something serene about all of this.

"Are you ready for me to work my magic, Ms Maple?" the stylist inquired and Carol nodded. Feeling the stylist get to work, relief washed over her. While she would've loved to see what was happening to her locks.

"I wonder what other things that Caroline might have me do." Carol thought, feeling something get rubbed throughout her hair. Likely dye, was her hair going to match that of Caroline's? She honestly wouldn't mind that. Though, a silvery gray would look just as nice, if not better.

Scanning the area in front of her for a magazine, she didn't need to look far for one. Not that she got a chance to reach out and grab it, the chair spinning around to actually face the mirror.

"What do you think?" the stylist cooed and Carol stared into the mirror. There, her locks had been done up gray and in a bob. By no means what she expected to occur, it worked perfectly. Even more so once Carol stood up.