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Beatrice led her towards an empty room with plenty of sunlight.

She sat her down on a chair, and left the room briefly..

When she returned, she was holding hair care items.

"How do you feel now?" She asked the girl as she set the tools down.

"Quite better, thank you," she replied.

"You think you're still up for changing your hair?" She straightened up, and stroked her hair gently.

"Is it safe to apply such chemicals in my hair?"

"Nothing is ever safe, honey. Especially for a pregnant woman. But if you really want it, I can take care of it for you," she said, and then to show that she meant every word she said, she smiled.

The girl took a deep breath. "I want it black," she said.

"You've said it before. But why black? Do you remember something that makes you want it in black?" Beatrice asked with curious eyes.