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The sun shone over the frosting and caramel roofs of Whole Cake Island. Charlotte Pudding sat at her vanity, brushing her long, brown hair. Her mind, just like every day since he left, was completely occupied by a blonde cook with curly eyebrows.
"When Sanji-san and I see each other again... I want to take his breath away," Pudding thought, feeling her cheeks burn at the very idea. She needed to do something special, a drastic change to surprise him on the day of their reunion. With sudden determination, she set her brush down on the table and left her room, heading to the most exclusive hair salon on Cacao Island.
Upon entering, the sweet vanilla scent of the shop calmed her. She took a seat in the elegant salon chair in front of a large, cookie-framed mirror.
"Welcome, Lady Pudding," the family's stylist said, bowing gracefully. "Just a trim today?"
"No. I want a drastic change," she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Cut it all off."
The hairdresser nodded in surprise but got straight to work. First, he undid the styles Pudding usually wore, letting her original long hair fall freely down her back, reaching almost down to her waist. He picked up his long shears, deciding to make the change in stages.
Snip, snip.
The first cut reduced her heavy mane to mid-back length. Pudding watched as the long locks fell to the floor. The stylist kept working, bringing the length up to a straight cut right at shoulder level. She already felt incredibly light, but Pudding tilted her head, looking at her reflection, and smiled.
"Shorter, please. Up to here," she instructed, pointing to her chin.
With a professional smile, the stylist picked up a pair of precision shears. He snipped the hair at the nape, completely clearing her neck, and shaped the sides to frame the young woman's soft face, making sure to keep her signature front bangs completely intact.
The final result was a beautiful and elegant short bob haircut. The hair perfectly grazed her jawline, giving her a much more mature, fresh, and absolutely adorable look. It was perfect.
Pudding thanked the stylist, paid, and left the salon happily. As she stepped out onto the street, the gentle breeze of Whole Cake Island caressed her bare nape; it was a new and thrilling sensation that made her giggle softly to herself.
As she walked back home, she closed her eyes for a moment and let herself get carried away by her daydreams. She could visualize the scene clearly in her mind: Sanji seeing her from afar, stopping dead in his tracks with his eyes turned into giant hearts, spinning around her like a tornado while shouting, "Ahhh! Pudding-chwaaaan, your new hair is gorgeous, you are more beautiful than ever, my sweet angel!"
Pudding covered her face with both hands, blushing as red as a tomato at her own fantasy, but with a huge, genuine smile on her lips. Suddenly, the wait felt a little less painful. She was so eager for the day they would see each other again.