(Author's POV)
"Fine, I'll go, I'll go," Myra replied as she had no other choice left. But then something clicked in her mind, and she added, "Yel, but you will have to do me a favor."
"What favor between us, uh~? You just need to say the word. And it will be done," Yelena assured her and gave her a wink. "But, tell me, what is it?"
"Let's go to my room first," Myra uttered, her face laced with a look full of determination. After saying this, she held Yelena's wrist and dragged her upstairs to her room. Wendy followed them in tow with the garment bags.
As soon as the door was shut, Yelena asked, "Now tell me, what is it? Why are you being all secretive?"
"I want you to cut my hair. Can you do it for me?" Myra asked with a hint of uncertainty.
"Just that~ ... huhh? That's easy peasy. I will do that. It's just trimming a bit," Yelena picked up the comb and started searching for the scissors as she replied.
