[ Ah, her face warms as he grabs her like so, but she patiently waits in silence as he fusses with her hair. Perhaps she spends a good portion of it admiring his face, even.
Once turned back to the mirror, she is a bit stunned. The way the hair frames her face softens her features, she thinks. She feels prettier, and perhaps, she might even look feminine.
Her shoulders rise and fall with a shaken breath. ]
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Once turned back to the mirror, she is a bit stunned. The way the hair frames her face softens her features, she thinks. She feels prettier, and perhaps, she might even look feminine.
Her shoulders rise and fall with a shaken breath. ]