"Oh my lady. You look so gorgeous." The maid gushed as Brea looked at her reflection in the mirror while her hair was being brushed.
"I know that, hurry up please, or else I will be late." Brea replied.
"Yes, yes of course." The maid nodded brushing her hair quicker.
"Ouch, you are pulling my hair." Brea cried out in pain.
"I am so sorry my lady, it was a mistake." The maid apologized hurriedly taking a step back.
"You know what, just leave! Leave I will brush my hair myself, give me the brush!" Brea demanded.
The maid was scared, so she did as she was told and took her leave, but not before apologizing one more time, but Brea did not seem to care at all.
She tsked and brushed her hair herself. She admired herself in the mirror. She truly did look gorgeous.
