"Okay, I'll be down soon," Freya replied. She got out of bed, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and changed into a light yellow dress before making her way downstairs.
As she descended the stairs, Frederick, with respect, said, "Mrs. Austin, please have breakfast before getting your hair done."
Freya nodded and glanced towards the living room, where a female hairstylist sat on the sofa, smiling politely at her.
Freya smiled back and headed to the dining room to have breakfast before going to the front yard to cut her hair.
Freya had naturally thick and shiny hair, but some had been damaged by the hairdryer and felt rough to the touch.
Bradley had advised her to fix her hair, so the hairstylist only did a quick touch-up without cutting it short.
Once her hair was done, Freya infor
