While waiting, Cassandra looked at herself in the mirror again. No matter what she seemed to do, she could never get her hair right on her own. Thinking for a moment, she came up with a solution. Anzu was downstairs, she could help her. Cassandra picked up her phone and started typing in it, texting the man who she saw as a brother about her little hair issue. Hopefully, the people running this whole thing would let her friend help. She had denied the help of the people working here because she preferred to do these things without the help of random strangers. But just in her luck, a friend had just arrived who could help her with her rats nest she called hair on top of her head.
After a seemingly short wait, there was a soft knock at the door. Cassandra went over and opened it up, happy to see that it was who she called for. On the other side of the door was a small, auburn haired woman who looked incredibly young. She had freckles across her face that complemented her hair and helped her eyes pop out a bit. "Please, come in Anzu," Cassandra said with a warm smile.
Anzu stepped in and smiled brightly at Cassandra before hugging her tightly. "Oh, Cassandra, it has been far too long dear," the small woman said gleefully as she held her friend tightly. "How are you dear?"
"Can we talk while we do my hair? Forgive me, I have no idea when they are coming to take me to the wedding."
"Oh, of course, dear. I am so sorry." Anzu and Cassandra walked over to the mirror, Cassandra taking a seat facing forward. Anzu picked up a brush and inspected Cassandra's messy head before finally finding a place to start.
"How is your husband?" Cassandra asked, keeping still as Anzu worked on her hair. "He's alright. We recently had our... final conversation... with his father." The air seemed to grow thick with a mixture if emotions, ranging all across the spectrum.
"It needed to be done. Antonio will be much happier now that he's had closure," Cassandra reassured her friend. "It's just a shame Duniva wasn't there to give him some as well."
Anzu smiled and continued her work. "Yes, well... it's over that's all I care about." The brush got stuck in Cassandra's hair, causing Anzu to force the brush through.
"Ow!" Cassandra exclaimed, wincing at the harsh tug.
"Sorry!"
"You're fine dear, the fault belongs to this disastrous hair." Cassandra straightened herself in the chair. "What about the children? Are they doing alright?"
"Oh, they're doing wonderfully. Takumi just got his first major role in a stage play at our city. He's very excited for it. And Sirath has been working with her father." Anzu finished the last stroke of Cassandra's hair and took another full look at it. "There. You look as beautiful as ever."
Cassandra inspected he hair herself, admiring the job her friend had done. "Thank you so much, dear," she said, standing up and facing Anzu.
"Don't mention it, love. I'm so excited, you're getting married! I am so glad I got to help out in even a small way such as this." The small woman hugged her friend again, squeezing her tightly.
