As I exited the bathroom, I noticed that Jenna and Stan had left the room to give me some privacy to get dressed. I chose to wear a simple peach gown. Margaret and Isabella soon entered the room, their faces adorned with gentle smiles. In Margaret's hand, she held a basket containing seashell hairpins and a wide-toothed comb.
She carefully placed the basket in front of me, and the women commenced styling my hair, skillfully weaving in delicate seashell accessories, creating a beach-inspired birthday look. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile.
"There's nothing quite like being surrounded by your true family," I remarked with a contented smile.
"I'm glad you're gradually adjusting to this environment," Isabella responded kindly with a bow.
