Angelica had become impatient, it felt as if the maid that was tasked with doing her hair was purposefully slow. Angelica was irked, which seemed to be the only feeling she was experiencing today.
She was hungry, she had spent what she believed was the past thirty minutes sitting in front of the mirror as the maid continued brushing her hair, then braiding it, and the brushing it again, and then braiding it.
Angelica could have sworn that the sun had moved further from where it had been before, and so was her hunger which was increasing each passing moment while her patient decreased.
Angelica felt her eye twitch when the maid unbraided her hair and brushed it out again.
"Why exactly do you keep on unbraiding my hair?" she finally asked coldly. The maid felt a shiver run down her spine, she was almost too scared to answer Angelica.
