“And the final touch,” Grace mumbled, rolling Janice's hair in a chignon bun and clasping it with pins.

“My lady, you can see your face now.”

Janice stared at the mirror she had turned to the other side because she didn't want to be tempted to stare at herself and point out corrections to the maid helping with her makeup.

She marvelled as she glimpsed at the woman staring back at her through the mirror. It barely looked like her.

She didn't know what Grace did to her face to make her cheekbones more prominent and her eyes popped out more.

However, she knew the maid had done a great...