Sylvan Cheney: No ambition.
Jasmine Yale let the breeze blow through her hair, watching it dance lightly. She glanced at her phone and laughed in disbelief.
She didn't like being criticized, so she replied immediately: Indeed, I don't have much ambition. My biggest dream is to become a wealthy wife, that's more relaxing.
Sylvan Cheney: …
Jasmine Yale: Enough talk, I'm going to dry my hair. After that, I'm going to tell my baby a story.
Sylvan Cheney: Kids can't even understand!
Jasmine Yale: My baby is not you, my baby is smart.
Sylvan Cheney: …
After sending the message, Jasmine went to the bathroom to blow-dry her hair.
Soon, the sound of the hairdryer filled the surroundings, quite noisy.
Jasmine hadn't cut her long hair yet, firstly because no one was available to accompany her, and secondly, she was a little reluctant.
Her fingers gently threaded through her hair, letting it float lightly, the jet-black color shimmering under the light.
