#Chapter26
The toddler squeezes my hand with a considerable amount of strength as the hairstylist struggles to remove a giant knot from Victoria's head.
/"It hurts/" the child pouts with a tone of discomfort
I give her a guilty smile as I adjust my position on the floor.
The hairdresser brought a high chair for the miniature brunette which the child is currently strapped into.
Me however, I am sitting crisscrossed on the bathroom floor in front of the high chair, my back resting against the front of it.
Originally I left her alone in here for a few minutes so that I could change into a pajama set, but unfortunately this was proven to be a bad idea.
Not only did Victoria throw a tantrum as soon as the hairdresser touched her hair, she also ended up giving a few of the guards headaches.
/"This is the last one, I promise/" I assure her as I glance up at her wild, frizzy hair
