CHAPTER 21

ELODIE

He did everything okay, but he struggled to help me wash my hair. It took every ounce of self-control not to laugh as he struggled to detangle the loose waves of my chestnut hair that were always down on my back.

I was afraid that he might pull out my hair, but he was so patient that I kept trying until he got it right.

Moments later, he was helping me dry my hair after he had helped me put on some clothes. I had no idea that he could be so soft and careful. He went ahead and styled them after drying them.

“All done.” He announced, raising my hair and dropping it. “How is it?”

I stared at my reflection; he had added a butterfly hair clip to my hair, holding a few parts up in the middle. The hair clip color matched my eyes, as did the necklace that I wore.

“It’s pretty; I look stunning,” I muttered, honestly.

He also picked up clothes that I could wear to the office—broken white and sage green. I rose to my feet and spun around in the mirror. I noticed that my body didn’t ache