Dayie sighed.
Today is the day.
This day, she will be in the palace, to meet the prince.
Well, if that's really how simple it'll look.
"Powder, she needs more powder!"
"She also has to have more blush on! Quick!"
"The creams first! So she'll have a softer skin!"
Dayie feels like she's a doll. The maids were now pacing back and forth since she woke up early in the morning. She was thrown into the tub—and was bathed with the finest scented rose bath soap and the luxurious perfumes. And it has been afternoon since then.
"I'm hungry…" Dayie said through her beauty mask.
"You'll be able to eat later. Just bear with coffee for a while. It'll dull your hunger pangs." The head maid said as she hands Dayie a flute of coffee with whipped cream.
Dayie wanted to sigh, but she already had sighed since morning up to now. She was getting tired of it.
