“I can do it,” I muttered as I looked at Letty through the mirror in front of me. She combs my hair up to my shoulders.

Letty stopped and then looked me back at the mirror, “It’s the master’s order,” then she continues.

I sigh. I’m not a little girl to have someone accompany me on doing everything. They already helped me take a bath, and right now, only a towel covering my body. What else? Maybe by getting myself dressed, they will even help me do that.

I just sighed and then let her do the thing. I stare at the mirror. Letty’s an aged woman. Probably at the...