She was about to brush her hair when she heard a knock on the door. She hesitated for a slight moment before approaching the door. She swung it open to meet Lyla standing in front of her, a subtle smile on her face.
"Do you need anything?" Lyla asked, even though she hadn't rang for anyone.
"No. I'm fine, thank you." Rama replied.
Lyla's gaze skimmed over her from head to toe.
"The dress looks perfect on you but your hair isn't done yet, why don't I help you with it." The woman offered with a big smile, her sing song accent made her even more endearing.
"Of course, thank you." Rama said as she slid the door wider, gesturing for her to come in.
Rama sat at the chair in front of the dressing mirror, while Lyla took hold of the brush, her face gleaming with delight to style her hair.
