Violetaâs smile widened.
âIndeed.
Iâve heard that grey tones are quite fashionable these days.
I believe youâd look splendid with a touch of it.
â
Nala hardly needed a moment to consider.
âIâll accompany you for your appointment, but I wonât be dyeing my hair.
I prefer its natural color.
â
Violeta gently ran her fingers through her long, black-brown, curly hair before remarking, âYour hair is of excellent quality, but I canât help but feel it would be even more stunning with a touch of color.
Life is about exploring new things.
If we go together, it would be rather dull for you to watch me get my hair done.
â
Nala shook her head resolutely.
She was unwavering on this matter.
âI must respectfully decline.
If you wish to go, Iâll gladly accompany you.
â
Violetaâs disappointment was palpable.
âVery well.
If youâre not interested, it wouldnât be enjoyable at all.
Iâll postpone my plans for now.
Iâll check on Graham in our room.
Miss Diaz, should you require anything, donât hesitate to seek me out.
â
âOf course.
â
With polite farewells exchanged, the two parted ways, each heading in opposite directions.
Nala entered the room and secured the door behind her.
Meanwhile, Violeta headed back to the master bedroom, her disappointment evident.
Graham lay peacefully in the expansive embrace of the master bedroomâs bed, his weary form finally finding respite after days of diligent study and transcription of the scriptures.
His illness had granted him a rare reprieve, allowing him to rest and recuperate.
Perched delicately on the bedâs edge, Vi
oleta observed Grahamâs sleeping visage.
In Nalaâs room, Violetaâs search for stray hairs proved fruitless, meeting with Nalaâs reluctance to do her hair, a clear indication of her guarded nature and lack of trust.
Violeta harbored a gnawing fear that fulfilling Lucindaâs assignment would be a great challenge.
With a sigh, she reached for her phone, composing a message to Lucinda, confessing her concerns and uncertainties.
Minutes later, a message illuminated Violetaâs screen.
The sender of the message was none other than Lucinda herself.
She reassured, âLetâs wait and see.
â
Emboldened by Lucindaâs words, Violeta trusted that there would surely be a way forward.
For dinner, Violeta lovingly fed egg custard to Graham before carrying a bowl downstairs to join the dining room.
Upon Violetaâs arrival, Nala was already seated, exuding an air of graceful anticipation.
She awaited Violetaâs company eagerly for their evening meal.
Passing the bowl to a servant, Violeta settled into her seat opposite Nala with a warm smile.
As they dined, Nala savored each bite with graceful finesse before remarking casually, âThe cuisine of Cadiered is truly delicious.
I frequented this place during my college years, and your familyâs chefs undoubtedly cook the finest dishes.
â
Violetaâs smile remained polite as she replied, âIf you like it, help yourself to more.
â
Nala nodded, then ventured further, âHave you had the opportunity to taste the delights of Zephyria, Mrs.
Simmons?