Several hours later, Theora felt like a completely different woman. She stood barefoot in the bedroom, only wrapped in a luxurious silk gown, her skin softer and smelling something wonderful, her nails carefully manicured and glossy, her lips feeling velvety, and her hair a foreign light brown held up in a light bun for now. Strangely, although seeing herself with brown hair had been a slight shock and a unique experience, the color indeed seemed natural. It was a rich light brown, like a nice pale caramel, and it surprisingly matched her skin tone and complemented her light purple eyes. She had found it a bit bothersome how much Paula and the maids had fussed over getting the right color, but now she was grateful for it.
"Oh," a male voice surprised everyone.
"Afternoon, Brother," The
