Chapter 42

• 9 years ago
• It was all quiet except for the sizzling sounds coming from the hot flat iron. A waft of pungent metallic odour reached the fourteen-year old’s nose, but she did not care to question anything as it was part of the norm. She let the young not so young dark haired Italian woman, in her mid-thirties, do what she has been doing best for over the past three years and that was straightening her otherwise curly and frizzy hair.
• She sat obediently on her dresser gazing herself at the mirror as her nanny that was assigned to her three years ago did the finishing touches on both her hair and make-up.