Aideen positioned herself carefully on the edge of Tillian's wide and comfortable bed, wrapped in several fluffy, soft white towels that smelled so fresh, it felt as if they were just brought in from the outside.
Her glowing eyes fixated upon Bella, who was in the midst of a fidgety task, surrounded by an overwhelming array of perfumed powders and lotions carefully arranged on the small wooden table before her.
The one-hour-long bath that Aideen had just endured, which included a thorough body scrub and a nearly artful hair-washing, had proven to be more exhausting than expected and her body was already resolved to surrender to the strong clutches of fatigue, especially since she practically had to repeat the same intricate bathroom routine she had in the afternoon before she started her wedding preparations.
And now her already anxious state was completed with a heavy blend of tension and weariness.
