Lucy Wickshire 115 Chapter Fourteen 7

"Prepare my bath." she said and the maids sighed a relief. They worked quickly and soon they returned to inform her they were done. All but s.h.i.+lla left, whose duty was to help her bathe.

She followed Lucy and helped her undress and enter the tub. She wanted to help Lucy wash her hair, but Lucy asked her to leave.

Lucy had never washed her hair by herself before, and truthfully, did not know what all the hair products stood for and how they were supposed to be used. She had only let s.h.i.+lla wash her hair, since she was the one with from Nanny Han on how to do it. Today, she wanted to do it herself. She picked up a lathering substance and washed her hair with it. She did not want to be helped. Today, she woke up feeling sour after speaking to that man the last night.

She scrubbed till her hands went numb. Only then did she rinse it and step out of the tub. She glanced at a s.h.i.+lla who had paused in place with a shocked look on her face, but ignored her. She covered her naked form with a drying robe and took a seat.

"My.. my lady." she heard s.h.i.+lla stammer.

"What?" she asked mildly.

"Your...your..." s.h.i.+lla could not bring herself to talk.

"Spit it out, s.h.i.+lla!" Lucy scolded, her mood was bad enough as it is. s.h.i.+lla spoke no more, instead she rushed for the nearest mirror. Taking it, she rushed back and raised it for Lucy to look at herself. Lucy's expression did not change when she looked into the mirror.

That's not me, Lucy thought, reaching for her hair with shock. In the mirror was a girl; she had Lucy's same nose, mouth eyes, even her famous cold stare that had now turned into one of shock; but this girl had black hair with white strands left on the tips and some parts of her hair.

Lucy felt her hands clench by their own will, as anger overwhelmed her. She, Lucy Sharterux, d.u.c.h.ess of Wicks.h.i.+re; born from a family with linage of blondes so long, her hair was white; was not blonde?