Gavreel Senior moved fast. He used the power of his money. He called the couturiers and the hairstylists to the Ackers Mansion.
Aeson Takin moved faster. He acquired several dozens of colored pairs of contact lens.
"Princess Dara, please, wear this," Aeson Takin had the violet color lens at the tip of his forefinger. "Open your eyes. Wide. That's it!"
Dara blinked several times after the contact lens were on her eyes. "They feel strange!" she observed.
"You will get used to them, Princess Dara!" Aeson Takin showed his handiwork to Gavreel Senior. "I hope you like them, Sir Gavreel!"
"I do, I do!" The old man was laughing happily. "I could imagine Gav's reaction when he saw the transformation of Dara!"
Dara smiled when she heard Grandpa Ackers laughter. The old man was lonely for a lo
