Kathy walked toward the hall, Roselyn reached her in the corridor and both of them were staring at the infinite course, wondering how it might be to live there.
Roselyn's gaze went to analyze the portrait that was in front of her. It was imposing and natural size.
"Look at his mustache." Roselyn giggled, pointing at the portrait in front of them that pictured an old Sir. "He has more hair there than he has on his head!"
Kathy tried to suffocate the imminent laugh but the more she stared at the picture, the more Roselyn's joke was making her laugh.
"I bet he got his hair moved onto his mustache." Roselyn pretended to caress her imaginary mustache, assuming a funny expression. "Lady Kathy, you look very gorgeous. Do you find my mustache attractive??"
Kathy exploded in laugh, as she couldn't take it anymore.
