Her hair was silky and beautiful, catching the early morning light, falling in waves almost to her waist.
In this culture and time period, a married woman showing her loose hair to anyone except her husband was considered extremely inappropriate—almost scandalous.
And here was Heena, the new young mistress, standing in a shared courtyard with her hair completely uncovered and loose, wearing only nightclothes, looking directly at her father-in-law without any sign of shame or modesty.
The old Master's eyes were fixed on her hair, on her figure in the thin nightclothes, on her face now that it wasn't hidden by servant's dirt and exhaustion.
His expression shifted from shock to something else—something hungry and inappropriate that made Heena's skin crawl with disgust.
'Even now,' she thought with cold fury. 'Even after I've married his son. This disgusting old man is STILL looking at me like that.'
