The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. My excitement, coupled with going to bed early, caused me to wake up naturally before the sun even came up.
I decided to use this extra time to put more effort into my appearance and sat down in front of the mirror, meticulously curling my hair.
I wonder what sort of hairstyles Christian prefers.
The gold chain rested on the counter in front of me, bringing me joy and comfort. I glanced at it occasionally, in between curls, and thought of Christian.
A soft knock on my door brought me out of my daydreams.
"Second Miss, the Madame sent a message saying that she has not prepared anything specific today due to a delay from the tailors. She asks that you choose something appropriate from your closet."
I lowered the hot curling iron, slightly surprised.
"Understood! Thank you for relaying the message," I called out.
