Just as she reached for the door handle, she recalled that she was supposed to wash her hair today—Jill and Cathy had urged so. Adele had been avoiding a hair-wash. Even though her hair was washed yesterday for styling, they recommended another wash for the following day.
Should she ask for a maid? She was definite that raising her hands above her head or bending her body downward to wash would reopen the wounds on her back. They had barely started to scab. The triplets were on leave, and there was no one assigned to her yet.
She looked at Ilya, unsure of what to do about her situation…
"What is it, princess?" Ilya asked.
How did he know she was looking at him? He hadn't even raised his head from his laptop for once.
"Umm.... can you call the office.... If someone…"
"If you're referring to a spare maid, there's no one today. Earlier, when I called, they told me a temporary newbie will join from tomorrow."
"Then how am I supposed to wash my hair?"
