My Bratty Wife

Doris bustled around the room, She slipped Suzy into a simple yet stunning emerald green dress that accentuated her curves and flattered her complexion. The fabric shimmered with a subtle sheen, catching the last rays of the setting sun that streamed through the window.

As Doris secured the dress at the back, she glanced at Suzy’s reflection in the mirror. "There, Milady," she declared with a satisfied smile. "You look absolutely radiant."

Suzy couldn’t help but smile. Despite the turmoil within, Doris’s unwavering loyalty and care always managed to lift her spirits. "Thank you, Doris," she said sincerely. "You always know how to make me feel beautiful."

Doris reached for a brush, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now, for your hair. Shall we put it up in a fancy braid today?"

Suzy hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "Actually, Doris," she began, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, "I think I’ll leave it loose today."

Doris’s brows shot up in surprise. "Loose, Milady? Are you sure? A formal dinner usually calls for a more... elaborate style."

Suzy chuckled. "Yes, I know," she admitted. "But tonight, I feel like letting my hair down... literally."

With a deft flick of her wrist, she loosened the partially completed braid and gently brushed out the curls, letting them fall in a soft, cascading wave.

"As you wish, Milady," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "But you always look stunning, no matter the hairstyle." Causing a chuckle to escape from Suzy’s lips.

Doris chuckled along, a knowing glint in her eyes. She expertly dampened Suzy’s hair making it easier to tame the unruly curls.

As she spritzed Suzy’s hair with water to make it more manageable, Doris couldn’t help but voice her thoughts. "You know, Milady," she began cautiously, "I rather like the new guard, Noah."