"You know, it's not fair if I'm the only one doing my hair," Adele called out to Jason who was sitting on a couch, staring at her.
Their preparation for the dinner had made Jason take her to get the rest of her outfit.
Black heels, a silk shawl to cover her shoulders and for when it got cold, an evening bag, some earrings, pearls, and bracelets.
After getting all those accessories, it was finally time for actual body grooming, which meant hair styling and nails, so Jason had taken Adele to a famous salon he had made a reservation at.
However, now that she was finally having her hair styled, she had turned her eyes onto Jason's hair.
"What's wrong with my hair? It looks good, doesn't it?" Jason asked immediately, directing the question to no one in particular.
"It looks majestic, but it could use a few touches if you're going to a formal gathering," the hair stylist about to wash Adele's hair said to Jason.
"See?" Adele exclaimed, shooting Jason an I told you so look.
