Chapter 444: The Weight of Desire
Sophia's mother's gaze lingered on her hair.
It was a look that made Sophia freeze in place. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her chest even without seeing her mother's eyes.
"You need to make sure your hair is like mine," her mother said softly, deliberately. There was no harshness in the words, but the command carried the same gravity as a storm.
Sophia nodded.
She had always envied her mother's hair. It was long, black, and free-flowing after all. The kind that seemed to hold power in its strands. Beauty radiated from it, and Sophia had felt that radiance, burned with it, envied it for as long as she could remember.
Her own hair was not like that. It was… she didn't even know the real color of her hair, but it did not matter. As long as it could look like her mother's, then she didn't care.
