The maidservants had taken great care of me; from bathing to dressing up and then to dolling me up. They did everything with great coordination and efficiency.
I looked at my hair that now had streaked of silvers strands I was not used to seeing in me. Although my husband and son shared the same hair color, this color looked strange and unnatural to me.
"My hair..." I said, making the maid who was putting an ornament on it stop. She gazed at me through the mirror, eyebrows raised.
"Is the arrangement of your hair not to your liking, Madam?" she inquired cautiously, but I smiled and shook my head.
"It's not that. I just noticed how my hair looks healthier than when I went into a coma."
A gentle smile appeared on her face as she explained. "The Master had personally taken care of Madam. He prefers doing it himself."
"I guessed he truly had taken care of me from head to toe because even my toenails are properly trimmed."
