Michael returned to the bedchamber, feeling inexplicably cheerful.
Sitting alone in the bedroom, she stared at the girl in the mirror, lost in thought.
Suddenly, she hurried over to the dressing table and scrutinized her face.
She was still young; surely there wouldn't be any problem with her skin, right?
Michael scrutinized herself meticulously. Thankfully, she had never been fond of dressing up or using high-end skincare products. Luckily, youth was still on her side, and she hadn't done any damage.
Then she thought about how he had seen her all rough and tomboyish in male attire. He wouldn't find her lack of femininity unattractive, would he?
She continued to examine herself in the mirror. One moment she felt her nose wasn't perfect enough, the next she thought her gaze wasn't soft enough, and then she worried her lips were a bit dry and not sufficiently moisturized.
