On the other side of the private room, Vanessa in rushed wearing her simple dress and even tight to her hair. But suddenly she changes her mind. When looking at her face on the mirror. She felt it is not the same, as she glanced her eyes to the left, her face turned gloomy.
"Throw them all. Don't let any of them on my sight," pointing her hand towards the big box contains a wide variety of hair tie.
"I apologize of being rude. However if later you want to tie your hair? Young Lady won't have a hair tie."
Vanessa untied her hair. Let her hair down, "I doesn't have a intend to tie my hair anymore."
"Pardon?"
Vanessa looked at the servant sharply, "Don't ask any questions again and quickly do what I said. Is not your business either. This is my choice."
