“Creeping through the shadows, not a soul would ever dare
Take a single look at her, no one could ever care
She lost all hope and feared there’d be no way to make repairs
Till she finally met the one who could tame her unruly hair
The swept her off her feet and treated her like a queen
Never failing to support her, it all seemed like a dream
This great place of fantasy had built up her esteem
For those Dirty Girl stylist were the most amazing team”
By Rachael Belle Myers