"That was the most embarrassing thing ever! I should have known that a guy like Warner wouldn't pass notes with me," cried Elle.
"Aww Hun, I'm sorry, I'd love to stay and help you get over him but I'm going to be late for my hair appointment. You can come if you want," Asked Mrs. Woods, Elle's mother, "In fact, I have the perfect idea. You dress like such a… boy! Warner probably thinks of you as one of the guys. That's why he's not passing notes with you! He just needs to see you in a whole new light. Call Elise, I'm thinking a total makeover!!!"
"Mom, thanks for caring about me but I really don't think a manicure and pedicure will make Warner notice me. He only cares about cheerleaders and girls in extremely short skirts, both of which I am definitely not!"
"Elle, we aren't just talking mani/pedi, we're going to do a full makeover: hair, nails, clothes, make-up, and attitude. Yay, my daughter is finally going to start acting like a girl!" Said Mrs. Woods as she ran out of the room and made an appointment. She ran back into the room, "Elle, if we hurry the salon can squeeze you in with one of the best stylists in Malibu! It's your decision, but I really think you should go."
"Do you really think this will help?" asked Elle. Mrs. Woods nodded, "Okay then, well I guess I have to call Elise, she has been trying to get me to borrow a skirt from her for years. She definitely wouldn't want to miss this," said Elle as she picked up the phone.
"Elle, meet Paulette, one of the best stylists in Malibu. She is going to do your hair, nails, toes, makeup and clothes. I have to go now sweetie, I don't want to miss my hair appointment. Elise, keep an eye on her, and Paulette, good luck!" said Mrs. Woods as she introduced her daughter than walked out of the room perfectly in her four-inch stilettos.
"Elle, I'd love to stay, but I have an ortho appointment. I will call you later. Okay? I hope your makeover will go perfect! Warner is definitely going to notice you!" said Elise as she also walked out of the room, just as perfect but in a pair of faded blue converse.
"Well then I guess it's just you and me," said Paulette, "So, is this really your first time having a manicure or pedicure? Your mom said that you've never even gotten highlights! You poor deprived child!" she exclaimed, "So lets start with your hair," she said as she sat Elle at the shampooing table and wrapped the salon's signature color, pink, wrap around her neck so that she wouldn't get shampoo or water on her clothes, "So, I'm thinking of brightening up your color a tad bit."
"How much 'brightening' are we going to do?" asked Elle.
"I'm thinking BLONDE!" screamed Paulette. The whole salon turned around, stared at Elle and then nodded with acceptance.