The young lady's room was filled with refreshing and soothing fragrance that came from the liquid that she diligently applied in her hair and body, and Lucy found herself fond of inhaling that, although it had wafted into the room towards her nose uncountable times now.
"So, how is it now? Can Bianca handle them?" Lucy, whose hands were busy massaging her young lady's scalp and applying her long, thick, dark hair with the essential oil-based liquid, heard her young lady ask.
Lucy nodded her head vigorously upon the question she heard. "That old witch... Oh..." Lucy took an abrupt halt from both gritting her teeth and moving her hands on the young lady's hair before bowing her head politely as she realized with whom she was talking.
