Chapitre 387: Art Form

Medousa twiddled her thumbs nervously, sitting opposite the busy woman at the desk. Lady Leserre was finishing inking something to paper and she knew that nobles hated being interrupted. 

Doe couldn't help but be a little intimidated. They had so very little in common. 

Her own ashen-blonde hair was cut painfully short, barely going past her ears... not that she was ever able to style it properly, anyroad. After her 'vacation stay' in the Galanis dungeons, her hair looked like dingy, overgrown moss. It was better that it was all gone, now... even if she did cry during the haircut. 

Maeva Leserre was absolutely gorgeous. Her bright gold, healthy hair somehow managed to have the perfect amount of waviness, her makeup looked almost natural, and she used just the right amount of gloss in her lipstick.