*Grayson Mansion*
Mallory stared at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, the woman dressed in a body hug black dress, and heavy makeup did not look like her. She lowered her gaze to the ring sitting on her finger, it's weight made her lip twitch whenever she raised her hand.
"Miss, you can't come downstairs with your hair in curls, master Grayson will not allow it." A maid said to her, holding a straightener in one hand, and a hot comb in the other.
Mallory possessively reached for the sides of her head. "Must I?" she frowned, her curly ginger was the only part of her she liked. Her pale skin and ordinary features did not stand out, but her hair did.
The hair her aunt would dedicate hours to untangling and brushing out.
The maid let out a sigh, "Yes Miss, it might be your engagement dinner, but master Grayson is still the patron of the family. His word is the law here."
Mallory shook her head, "I'm sorry but I'd rather take my chances explaining to him."
