Yvonne sat before the mirror while Mrs. Jacinth combed her hair.
"Miss…" The timid and hesitant voice of her nanny was heard, causing her to lift her head.
"Do you have to do it?" Mrs. Jacinth bit her help, unwilling to accept what her Miss had just decided to do.
Shaking her head, the little girl sighed and gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
"Nanny, it's not such a bad thing." She reassured the older lady who was not comforted by this in the least bit.
While one maid was sulking, reluctant about what was about to happen, the other maid was sporting a dazzling smile on her face.
"Ready, Miss?" Roselie smiled, excited about the task that she had been assigned.
Yvonne giggled at her enthusiasm which was overflowing from her very being and nodded in approval.
While Mrs. Jacinth stood aside, watching in absolute horror, the younger maid picked up a sharp pair of scissors and stepped towards the Young Miss.
