“Why is my hair rejecting water?”
That question echoed through the bathroom while Camille stood in front of the mirror holding a spray bottle in complete disbelief.
“I just sprayed this section,” she complained, tapping one of her curls. “Why are the water droplets still sitting on top like they paid rent here?”
Her cousin Naomi burst out laughing from the doorway. “Your hair said access denied.”
Camille rolled her eyes dramatically. “I’m serious.”
Naomi walked closer, touching the strand carefully. “Honestly… I think you have low porosity hair.”
