I'm happy

With her hair half dry, Joshua picked up the scissors he had set aside and he led Letitia to the bathroom, facing the large mirror.

"You're so pretty, and your dark hair suits you." He picked up a strand of hair and compared it carefully before cutting it away, "It'll look even better with a trim."

He didn't move a lot, and cut her hair intently, as if what he was treating was not her hair, but some treasure. He really didn't cut much either, carefully selecting a section of hair, trimming it before putting it down, and Letitia in the mirror was a very different person.

Her curls had been cut away with a pair of scissors earlier and now, after the trim, her hair hung gently and her mirror self appeared to have an innocent playfulness about it.