A week after father put an end to the suitor hunt, I was sitting in front of my mirror, smiling at my reflection.

For the last few days, I had become so conscious of myself that I wouldn't stop staring at the mirror even when I wanted to stop. Twirling my hair in between my fingers, I tilted my head to the side.

“Now, I have to think of what to do. Something that will make father stop worrying about me… what could that be?” I asked, smacking my lips as I darted my eyes around.

Unable to come up with anything, I decided to carry out a bit of...