Even with it shorter, it was still a serious task considering how thick it was. I secretly hoped she would take her time. This was one of the few things that reminded me of home. If I closed my eyes and held my breath, it could have been Adele pulling the comb. As I was picturing the slight gray tinge of home, hearing Mama hum over the constant sounds of delivery vans, someone knocked and I was pulled back to the present. Cindly ran to the door, and the second after she opened it, she dropped into a curtsy. “Your Highness.” I stood and immediately crossed my arms over my chest, feeling incredibly vulnerable. The nightgowns were so thin. “Martha,” I whispered urgently. She peeked up from her curtsy. “My robe. Please.” She rushed to get it as I turned to face Prince Clarkson. “Your Highness. How kind of you to visit.” I curtsied quickly, then moved my arms back to my chest.
