Her Confidante

By the next day, the news of Yvonne's haircut spread throughout the St. Claire estate.

Roselie became popular for she was the one who cut the Young Miss's hair and everyone wished to get their hair done by her.

The little girl shook her head while thinking of her maid who was running around the estate, cutting everybody's hair.

"Lost in your thoughts during class hours, Miss St. Claire?" A familiar sarcastic voice dragged her out of her thoughts.

The mocking smirk on the face of the silver-haired man made her roll her eyes at him.

"Tsk Tsk! Would someone believe that such a disrespectful action was coming from an honorable daughter of the Earl?" He shook his head and even sighed as though he was deeply distressed by her behavior.

"Marquess, didn't you just click your tongue at me?" Yvonne retorted and smirked back when she saw her tutor's guilty face for he had been caught red-handed.