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“But my hair— Claire, please— Sam’s going overboard—”

Claire stepped forward gently, voice low but firm.

“Ethan… listen. This isn’t about looking pretty. It’s about being unrecognizable. Sam’s right. A major change keeps you safe.”

Safe. He hated how that word disarmed him.

“But blonde? That’s a whole identity—”

Sam clapped once. “Exactly! Now stand up.

You don’t want to be late—you want a whole identity. Trust me.”

Ethan looked between them — Claire’s sincerity, Sam’s flamboyant certainty.

But still… He whispered internally: Why does it always have to go further?

Sam Says, “You’ll thank me later, baby. Blonde is freedom.”

Ethan stood in front of them, lifting his foot miserably to display the towering stilettos — easily four inches, maybe more.

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