Wyleen was humming as she brushed her hair in the mirror, having showered after she returned to her room. Caught off guard, she let out a shriek upon seeing a face in the mirror that wasn’t her own.
“Whe whehe,” the woman laughed.
“Brûlée, you gave me a fright!” She pouted, sitting up on the floor, she fell onto from her chair at the vanity.
“Sorry, girlie, you’re so jumpy, I couldn’t resist,” the woman cackled again.
She sighed, “What can I do for you, ma’am?”
“Big brother Katakuri sent me to get you.” Brûlée looked at Wyleen up and down, “Is that really what you’re going to wear?” She pointed a crooked finger at the woman sitting on the floor.
Wyleen looked down at herself, “Is this a formal event?”
“Not in the slightest; I just thought you would want to look nice for my brother,
