It was cold outside, freezing in fact. Not that the woman inside Crawley house was feeling any of it. Her graceful figure was currently wrapped in her husband's heavy, navy blue dressing gown.
Standing in front of the tall mirror near the fireplace, taking advantage of the light emanating from within, she stared at the reflection of another mirror on the closet door.
'Was it possible to feel fashionable yet apprehensive at the same time?' wondered Isobel as she assessed the straight locks curling down to the middle of her back. They used to arrive to the small of her back but today, as she took refuge in the hair salon as the storm did its worst outside, she admired some of the new cuts the young ladies were demanding. Of course she knew she would never get anything similar herself but she did let young Miss Hetherington convince her to let her cut no less than six inches – and that was just the tip! The cut was layered which was not visible when she styled it during the day.
But then again, it was not the public critique she sought but her husband's, who was the only person who could admire this new style. He often complimented her in all sorts of ways Lord bless him but she knew that one of his most favourite things was to run his hand through her honey toned mane, especially after making love. She wondered whether he would notice the new cut and was getting anxious it might not be as popular as it looked when she chose it on a whim.
Moving to her dresser, she took her engraved hair brush and ran it through her hair making it look like a waterfall of gold. As she got up she felt Richard's steady hands on her hips and smiled as he moved her hair out of the way to place a kiss on her neck, tickling her with his moustache and making her purr when he engulfed her in his embrace completely.
"Your hair is different darling." He smiled almost shyly, knowing he was stating the obvious.
"I know! Do you like it?" asked Isobel. Though by his reaction, she could pretty well deduce the answer "I had it styled this morning on a whim and -"
Her lips where stopped by his as he slid an arm behind her knees before he carried his new bride to the big four-poster to show her exactly how much he liked it.
AN : Muse returned briefly – this just wouldn't leave me alone. Reviews always welcome ^.^