Grandfather Brundeen

Third POV

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Emerging from the bathroom, Abigail's damp skin glistened in the soft light, her figure barely concealed by a thin, damp towel. The fabric clung to her curves, forming an outline of her body as it brushed against her skin.

Abigail's wet hair, still dripping from the shower, clung to her bare skin, leaving small droplets of water in its trail.

Standing at the table, Abigail picked up the hair dryer. She flicked the switch with a subtle click, the motor humming to life as a warm, steady stream of air driedthe moisture from her hair.

"Let me do it for you, the Young master will get angry if he sees you doing this by yourself."

Hazel who was busy admiring the dress said the moment she heard the humming noise from the blow dryer.

Engrossed in the collection of sparkling jewels, Hazel's attention had been wholly captivated, oblivious to Abigail's arrival from the bathroom until she heard the sound of the hair dryer.

"Okay fine, just be careful." Abigail sat down on the chair,