"...Mistress L/n, I don't think her hair's going to stay down," your mother smiled warmly as she delicately ran a hand through your afro, pinching your cheek.
You sat in front of your vanity mirror while the maids were trying to figure out how to do your hair. You would do it yourself, but the maids were ordered to do so per request of your father.
While the maids were trying to figure this out, you gazed in the mirror, your hair moving with your head as you tilt to the side, wondering what to do.
"Got it," you whispered to yourself, giggling coyly. You raised your hand, waving it gently. A warm, comforting feeling flowed through your hand, gold magic swirling around your hair, trying your hair back into a sleek bun, doing your edges, and adding the little curls.
"Done," you spoke as the maids looked down at you sitting in the chair, kind of shocked. You giggled and turned back to the mirror, putting on some Coconut Oil lip gloss. You put in your diamond earrings and fixed your tie, slipping on your loafers.
