Isabella stared as the women all brushed their hair with their hands, long fingers combing through the strands like it was the most natural thing in the world. She stayed half-submerged in the water, watching curiously as some of the elderly women came closer to her. One of them gently brushed through Isabella's hair, while another scooped up a thick cream and began rubbing it across her scalp and down her locks.
Immediately, Isabella's senses came alive.
That cream—oh my gosh.
The smell alone was enough to make her brain short-circuit. It wasn't just pleasant; it was heavenly. Sweet, sharp, earthy, with some kind of floral undertone that clung to the air around her. She could've sworn she smelled like ten different goddesses at once.
