The Crown Prince Struggle (2)

"Make it tighter."

"Yes, my lady," the maid answered with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. The perfect updo was the preferred style for noblewomen in the capital right now, but Charissa's curly hair wasn't very suitable. If she pulls a little more, the hair might be damaged.

"Everything must be perfect today," the young woman said. The maids helping her to prepare loudly agreed in sync, but it wasn't clear whether Charissa was talking to herself or them.

The lady raised the hand mirror and observed her look. Yes, the fiery colour of her hair was the best one. The red will attract anyone.

No one in the capital, be it in terms of look or family background, can be compared to her. As she admired herself, her thoughts strayed to the silver-haired girl who even put the moonlight to shame.