Michelle stepped through the shimmering portal, arriving in the office of the beautiful Lady Lucinda of Wulfe Hall. There, she found Lucy, ensconced in a high-backed gamer chair, frowning at her tablet. The wind from a morning excursion tangled her long, purple tresses into a wild knot.
“Allow me,” Michelle said softly. With gentle fingers, she worked through the silken strands, carefully loosening each snarl until the hair fell in a smooth, purple cascade over Lucinda’s shoulders.
With a grateful smile from the Lady, Michelle stepped back through the portal, returning to the quiet gardens of the Michaels Estate