Hector tried to look at Aurora only to be embarrassed and shy off, what was he thinking? She wasn't an object that he could possess......no she was his angelic princess. Tousled disheveled hair strands that were the doings of his callused fingers peaked from here and there somewhat teasingly, winking at the man as they stood straight on Aurora's scalp as if saying- 'pet us! love us! for god's sake play with us!'

Hector tried hard to look at the painting behind Aurora who was sitting somewhat dumbstruck, in a daze. When her brown silk strands still refused to sleep, Hector swiped his palm on Aurora's head to make her...