Wedding bells

"I do not like this style. Do it again," Naomi instructed after gazing into the large mirror to inspect the elaborate braids piled on her head.

"Forgive me, my Lolo!" The buxom maid who had introduced herself as Amani fell to her knees and bowed her head in a bid to avoid the wrath she was sure to visit her.

"Er... You do not have to kneel before me. Just do a simpler style. Nothing too fancy."

Shock registered on Amani's face. Slowly, she rose to her feet. "My Lolo, you are not going to punish me for displeasing you?" Her voice was low and shaky.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Now, why would I punish you for a mistake that is not even your fault?" She turned to face Delia who was busying herself with picking at her fingertips till they bled and studying the patterns on the stone floor. "Why would she think that?"

Delia's head snapped up at the question. "Well..." She exchanged a nervous glance with Amani. "You... She... It's simply the way we were trained to serve, my Lolo."

Naomi scrunched