Cassandra was having the best fun looking through the various rooms. The various make up and clothes in each room were different, it was like playing dress up. Everything was so fascinating!
She had asked someone for a glass of water when she got too thirsty from her adventure and was rather glad, they didn't ask other questions.
She had trotted off with her glass of water and thought of going into one of the rooms to eat the little pastry in her bag and maybe eavesdrop on the girls in the rooms. It sounded so fun and so adult!
She was on tip toe trying to open the door with both hands and trying to balance her glass of water at the same, when all of a sudden someone was falling into her.
The water suddenly drenching her was a shocking enough for her to let out a yelp and she tried to push away the heavy woman off her.
She was suddenly surrounded by various women, and various questions of "Are you alright?"
All the questions and the number of people swarming her was getting more and more overwhelming. Her dress was wet and she could feel water dripping from her hair.
The possible horrible state of her state of her made suddenly made her lower chin wobble and she could feel tears coming on. She was seconds from bawling her eyes out and it would be so embarrassing.
All of sudden there was a sharp, "Everyone kindly back off and let's give her some space. You're all crowding her and it's not helping."
All of a sudden there was more space around her and she could see her potential savior.
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Kiera just wanted to give the poor girl a little breathing room, what she didn't expect was for her to come running to her and hiding behind her. All the while clutching at her loose trousers.
She looked down and behind her and she was given the most pitiful puppy dog eyes. It was practically screaming 'You can't possibly abandon me now, could you?'
Kiera just knew her sharp tongue would get her in trouble as it always does.
"Are you alright?"
The girl gave a stiff nod and tried to hide behind her again.
Kiera mentally let out a deep sigh. She looked at the concerned ladies, "I'll try to get her dry. She seems alright."
Not waiting for anyone else to comment she led the little girl back to her cubicle and made sure to hook the cloth back to put a sense of privacy.
Big doe eyes were watching her warily as she took a towel from the rack. She leaned down to be on eye level with her, "Would you let me dry you off? You're unfortunately dripping and you'll get sick if we don't dry you off."
She studied the damage and realized that for some her little dress wasn't as wet as her hair. For some reason the water mostly ended on head.
The little girl gave a nod and shyly let her pat her face dry then tried to pat her hair dry. Kiera fought a cringe the poor girl's curls were all limp and sad.
It didn't take much thought on her part to hoist the little girl on the stool, wrapper her up in the towel and started working on her hair. She started to pat them dry and detangling individual curls, then applied some curl mousse into her hands and scrunched the curls up. A diffuser would have been preferable but you work with what you have. She braided some side curls and pinned them behind her head just to keep her hair from puffing up and being a literal mane from all the trauma it underwent.
Kiera studied her work, 'It should be fine.'
"Thank you," a sudden quiet voice said.
She looked at the girl's reflection and realized that she looked really pleased with her hair.
Kiera felt a little smile tug at her mouth, "You're welcome, your hair is beautiful."
Skittish doe eyes looked at her, "Truly? I find it so cumbersome and it poofs all the time!" the girl seemed to study Kiera's own hair, "How is yours all tame?"
Kiera laughed, "Practice and a lot of hair care products."
The girl frowned, "My nanny never made my hair as pretty as this."
"You might need to go to a hair salon for curly hair, they do trainings and give tips on how to care for your hair type." Kiera advised, that's what she did when she started to get some money. She didn't mention it would be expensive, looking at the girl's high-end bag, her parents or guardians can definitely afford it.
"There's a salon for that?" she asked with a funny head tilt, "My mummy's salon never said anything when we went and they take care of mummy's hair very well."
Kiera patted the little girls head and chuckled, "Different hair types need different masters. Just try asking your parents to bring you to one."
The girl grinned at her, "My name is Cassie," and offered her hand "You'll be my curly-hair friend from now on."
Kiera laughed and shook Cassie's hand, "Hello Cassie, my name is Kiera. It's an honor to be your curly-haired friend."
And for some reason Kiera felt this might be a fated encounter of some sort.