Hank Clegg walked over, picked up the comb from the Dressing Table, and straightened Victoria's hair for her to see in the mirror.
Then he gently combed her hair.
He dearly loved her silky black hair.
"It's a professional habit, but it's not important," he said, "as long as Michael likes it, that's all that matters."
"Now that you've said that, I feel relieved," Victoria seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "I was really afraid you'd oppose it."
"Why?" Hank Clegg couldn't help but crack a slight smile, showing a more humane side only in front of Victoria's mom, "Do I look like the kind of parent who's unreasonable?"
"No," Victoria explained, "It's just that I'm afraid you would see some hidden bad traits in this girl. You know, I'm not very good at seeing those things. But your judgment is always spot on."
"Don't worry, at least I haven't noticed anything so far," Hank Clegg reassured Victoria, "You should also trust Michael's judgment."
