Renee's P.O.V

Ms. Annie wasn't at the art gallery yet because her assistant claimed that she was caught up in the traffic. So, instead of Ms. Anne showing us around, her assistant Clara did while I traipsed behind her, trying my best to listen. However, Levi, who kept tugging at the ends of my hair made it nearly impossible for me.

I grunted, shooting Levi a glare. "Renee, have you ever considered dying your hair-" He tugged another strand, his fingers splayed on his phone's screen as he typed fast. "-red?" His eyes darted to mine.

My face scrunched. "I don't want to dye my hair and can you leave...