He calmed down, also lovingly stroked her back, his voice tender and full of remorse, "Sorry, dear, I'm not angry at you..."
"I'm just... I'm just not used to it. Yes, I'm not used to it, that's all."
"It looks very nice, I really like it, this hairstyle suits you very well."
He comforted his fiancée with skilled tenderness, just as he had with any of his girlfriends in the past. Having cut off that hair, he felt the woman in his arms was no different from the others, not at all different, which left him feeling annoyed.
Annie calmed down with his gentle coaxing, and hugging Samuel's arm, she said, "Then will you accompany me to the hospital tomorrow?"
Samuel looked at her smile and, after changing her hairstyle, he finally realized that Annie was, in fact, nothing like that person, indeed, nothing like her at all.
Maybe she was right...
What he had fallen in love with at first sight was just her hair, which looked exactly like that of the other person.