Chapter 257
NOVOTEL CAIRNS – AUSTRALIA
CLAIRE: What the...
Ciara pulled the towel off of her head to reveal that her once dark brown hair was now light blue.
CIARA: Surprise.
Claire walked closer to Ciara and looked at her hair. She walked around her and then went back to where she was.
CIARA: Aren't you gonna say anything?
CLAIRE: What have you done?
CIARA: You don't like it?
CLAIRE: Do you?
CIARA: Yeah, totally. I wouldn't have had it done if I didn't like it.
Claire stared again.
CIARA: You really don't have anything to say about it?
CLAIRE: I'm sorry, I'm just not sure what to say.
CIARA: I know it probably looks a bit extreme, but I've been thinking about this for a while. It was time for a change.
CLAIRE: You've been thinking about this for a while?
CIARA: Yeah. Well, okay, not necessarily blue, but I've been thinking about dying my hair for a while now. And, when I went for a walk this afternoon, there was this salon, and I thought, “hey, there's my chance”.
CLAIRE: All right, then. Well, then, as long as this is what you want, I support you.
CIARA: Yeah?
CLAIRE: Yeah. Ciara, you're my best friend. I won't deny that it'll take some getting used to, but it was your decision to make. So, like I said, if it's what you want, then that's cool. Not that you even need my blessing, I mean, it's your hair.
CIARA: I know. But, like you said, we're best friends. I care about what you think.
CLAIRE: Well, I think I could get used to it. It does look kinda cool.
CIARA: Thanks, Claire.
Claire and Ciara hugged.
CLAIRE: Plus, if I ever make a music video, you could be a punk rocker chick in it, with that hair color.
CIARA: You got it.
The two girls laughed.
DIMERA MANSION
E.J.: So, go on, then. Are you going to do it or not?
ANDRE: Do you want me to?
E.J.: No, but I don't think that my opinion really matters in this situation.
André chuckled.
E.J.: But, you're not going to do it.
ANDRE: Are you quite sure?
E.J.: If you were, you'd have done it already.
ANDRE: Oh, Elvis. You should know by now that the game is almost as fun as the kill.
E.J.: Regardless, you still haven't as of yet, and I know why.
ANDRE: Do tell. I'm dying to find out.
E.J.: You aren't going to kill me, because it wouldn't be worth it. Why go to all the time of having Rolf bring me back if you're just going to kill me?
ANDRE: You operate under the assumption that I care. You need to rid yourself of that illusion, Elvis. Promptly.
Slowly, André moved the knife away from E.J.'s neck.
ANDRE: I am the game master now. I have been since Stefano's death. You are part of my plan. And make no mistake, Elvis, I am not nearly as forgiving as Stefano. However, you have caught me on an uncharacteristically generous day. Therefore, I am willing to give you another chance. Do not disappoint me again.
E.J.: I won't.
ANDRE: I certainly hope not. However, I think, perhaps, that you may need a little reminder of what happens to those who cross me.
André grabbed E.J.'s left hand and slid the blade of the knife across it. It wasn't a very deep cut, but it was deep enough to draw blood. E.J. clutched his hand and whimpered.
ANDRE: You'll want to clean up this mess. I'll be seeing you soon, Elvis.
André walked away.