Something changes after a night of sleep in her own bed. Somewhere between breaking up with Kevin and leaving for Main Event the following week, Paige grows calmer. Clearer. She's free of the relationship that would never go anywhere, able to focus on herself, on trying to salvage whatever she can with Ricardo longdistance, until he's home once more and she can convince him that he's the only one that matters to her. She can put her energy on helping Sofia where she can around the house and attempt to deserve a match on Wrestlemania. She can do all of the things she'd felt too weighed down to do before.
The new tattoo had been a start. But now... her eyes drift to the blue tips of her hair, distaste in her expression as she picks at it, grumbling. Grabbing at her phone, she dials a familiar number. "Hey, hullo, I want to change my hair... got anything for me?" She listens for a minute. "Sure, I'll come in in a few hours. Thanks so much. See you then."
Grey is a weird choice, she admits, but it looks good. Contrasts well with her dark hair and light skin tone, and all in all... she thinks she loves it. Grey is seen as a sign of wisdom anyway, and Lord knows I could use a lot of that right now. Reading further on the color, she grows more and more assured in her choice. Some sites say it means loss, and others maturity, and both stand for what she's going through quite well. As soon as she gets her first glimpse of it, she has to fight not to cry. Hugging the hair stylist, she whispers, "Thank you. So much. It's perfect."
Sofia's reaction to it is calm worry, the plates clinking as she puts them down on the table and walks over to run her fingers through Paige's hair, looking at the colors for a moment before searching her eyes. "Is this truly the color you wanted, mi hija?"
"Yes," she says quietly. "It is. It seems to fit me right now." Sofia hugs her and Paige returns it gently, but neither of them say a word.
"Your hair is gorgeous, no matter what color," Sofia finally murmurs, brushing some strands out of Paige's face and smiling waveringly up at her. "Are you going to show Ricardo?"
Paige shrugs. Shakes her head. "I don't know if there's a point. His wifi is so shaky right now." There had been a four day bus trip to an Indian wrestling event a week ago where none of them had heard from him at all, sending Paige cycling through even rougher emotions, just to come out the other side laughing morosely at herself when he'd tweeted again. But still, she doesn't see the point. The tattoo, her hair color, all of it will be available to him when he's standing in front of her, running his fingers through the strands, kissing the new ink.
Until then, she feels possessive of the changes she's making, like she just wants to keep them to herself for a little longer. So she does.