The next morning, Princess sat gracefully in front of the ornate mirror, while her personal maids meticulously brushed and tied her vibrant blonde hair. Each strand was straight and glossy, cascading down her back in a stunning display of beauty.
Despite her youthful countenance, her hair had grown remarkably long, requiring careful attention to keep it well-maintained.
"Make sure you comb it with utmost care," she instructed her maids, her voice filled with authority. "Just like the one in the picture I showed you."
"Yes, yes, Princess," the maids replied in unison, assuring her of their understanding. "We will ensure it matches the picture perfectly."
"You must comprehend that I—ahem—am visiting my dear friend Elena's house today," Princess continued, her tone filled with a hidden excitement. "So, I implore you to make me exceptionally beautiful. I am going to make 'him' fall for me."
