And then, I cut off my bangs…
"Lady an… are you sure you want to cut off your bangs? They don't grow back over night." One of the older maids cautioned, bringing out a pair of glinting silver scissors.
I gulped slightly and nodded, This would help to get Lord Phantomhive to notice me, so of course I was willing, he was the reason I would even dare to do something so out there.
The maid gently brushed out my bangs with an ivory brush creating a soft, shining look to it, and took the glinting scissors to them. In one swoop she chopped off one side, the tiny strands tickling my nose as they floated slowly down and moved to the other side, doing the same.
She brushed off the stray hairs and gave me a small mirror to look into, and I smiled slightly at the results, a lovely long widow's peak was left where long stringy bangs had been.
"Oh thank you, Olivia! You did a fantastic job!" I said, slowly petting my new bangs. "Why I look like a new person!"
The old maid smiled and swept up the mess that the bangs left behind. "Well, Lady An, You look quite beautiful , It frames your face, quite right."
I turned and smiled at her, as I did love that old maid, she was like a mother to me. " Thank you, dear Olivia, Thank you so very much."
She just smiled to herself and continued to sweep away the pieces of hair, the old me.
I grew to love my red hair, which was just like my father's.
"Why An! you look so pleasant with your hair pinned up like that~!"
And I grew to love the colour red.
His smiled lifted my heart as he slowly pet away the loose freshly cut bangs from my forehead. "I'm so pleased you took my advice, you look like a young woman, ready to take on the world."
… And I grew to love 'HIM'.
"Oh, Lady An, you look so very lovely in red." One of the maids cooed, smoothing out the unsightly wrinkles from its crimson folds.
I twirled a bit away from her grasp, a bright smile planted on my face. "Do you really think so?" I asked, staring at myself in the beautifully rimmed mirror I got for the fifteenth birthday, not even two month before.
" Oh, yes, indeed! I'm so glad you started to embrace your beautiful red locks." the maid replied, the dirty sheets that had been on my bed, folded neatly in her hands ready to be carried to the washer. It was just like any day, they help her get dressed then cleaned up her dirty clothing and sheets.
I smiled at the maid, this maid was about my age, with thick golden blonde hair and bright rosy cheeks, to hear her compliment my ugly red hair made my confidence soar higher. "Thank you Mary-ann!"
She blushed a bit and continued her work. "Is Lord Phantomhive the reason you are dressing up?" she said with a sly, knowing smile.
I blushed deeply and turned from her, looking into the garden I spotted a familiar head, peaking from among the roses, I could just make out his thick black hair and kind, almost glowing blue eyes. It made my heart soar to see him coming into our household for yet another visit.
But of course I could never tell the maid that. "I hardly think it is any of your business."
"Ye-" Mary-ann was cut off by a soft knock on the door.
"May I enter Lady Durless?"
I nodded slightly and Mary-ann opened the door revealing our butler, Mason, he was slightly older, maybe thirty-two at most. He had slightly tinted orange hair and graying hair, he had a dark grey suit on, it pulling off the complete butler look. "Lord Phantomhive has asked for your company."
I blushed a bit, me? he was asking for me? "Oh, thank you, Mason, notify the Lord that I will be there momentarily." I gently grabbed the top of my skirt and slightly pulled it up so I could comfortable walk without stepping on my skirt, one last look at the mirror and I was ready.
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