Yvonne sat before the mirror while Mrs. Jacinth combed her hair.

"Miss…" The timid and hesitant voice of her nanny was heard, causing her to lift her head.

"Do you have to do it?" Mrs. Jacinth bit her help, unwilling to accept what her Miss had just decided to do.

Shaking her head, the little girl sighed and gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

"Nanny, it's not such a bad thing." She reassured the older lady who was not comforted by this in the least bit.

While one maid was sulking, reluctant about what was about to happen, the other maid was sporting a dazzling smile on her face.

"Ready, Miss?" Roselie smiled, excited about the task that she had been assigned.

Yvonne giggled at her enthusiasm which was overflowing from her very being and nodded in approval.

While Mrs. Jacinth stood aside, watching in absolute horror, the younger maid picked up a sharp pair of scissors and stepped towards the Young Miss.

'Don't… Don't…' She chanted, hoping that her prayer would be answered but sadly, today was not Mrs' Jacinth's lucky day.

Her eyes remained focused on the child she had taken care of since young and then the maid whose hand was extending towards her.

The long violet tresses that she had just combed in such a meticulous manner met the long metallic blades of the scissors.

'I can't watch!' Mrs. Jacinth shut her eyes which only heightened the sound of a snip that reverberated in the room.

Petrified by the sound, she shot open her eyes only to catch sight of those long violet tresses falling to the ground.

'I am getting a haircut and she is terrified.' Yvonne smiled but did not move lest she hinders her other maid.

While she sat still, Mrs. Jacinth's feet trembled as the sounds of snipping were constantly heard in the room before it finally came to a halt.

Roselie placed the sharp scissors away from the Miss and ran the brush through her hair as she styled it.

"All done, Miss!" She chirped as she dusted the child's shoulders before stepping away.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, Yvonne tilted her head from left to right before running her fingers through those loose strands.

The tresses that once reached down to her waist now had their tips touching her shoulders.

A smile blossomed on her face as this new change in her monotone life was something she needed.

"Thank you, Roselie. You did a good job." She praised her maid who had helped her cut and style her hair.

Yvonne had heard from Jax that Roselie often cut the hair of the other servants in the estate as that was something she was passionate about.

Almost every servant in this mansion had their hair done by her at least once and hearing the praise from even Jax, a fussy young boy, she was curious to see what she was capable of.

Thus, the Young Miss had ordered her maid to cut her hair short, and looking at the results, Yvonne was more than impressed with how her hair had turned out.

Hearing the praise and appreciation from her Miss, the young maid blushed while the older was staring at their Miss with wide eyes.

"Miss, how can you look so pretty with both long and short-length hair?" She questioned with admiration apparent in her eyes.

Yvonne chuckled at the high praise she received but she could not deny that she indeed had a face that complimented most hairstyles.

"Let's get ready for lunch." She announced as it would soon be time for lunch and she needed to be there on time.

The maids helped her wash up after her hair cut, dried her hair, and styled it once again.

Now, wearing a pale blue gown with her hair held in place with a cute pearl hairband, Yvonne was ready to head out.

As she made her way to the Dining hall, she was sure that her act of protest today would cause a calamity to wash over their Mansion but she was not worried in the least bit.

Putting on a wide and slightly gloating smile on her face, Yvonne entered the room where their family was supposed to be present.

"Vonny!" She heard her brother's loud voice filled with excitement which she was sure had faded soon after.

The conversation that was taking place in the hall died down when they saw her enter and she knew why.

"Greetings." She curtsied with a wide smile while walking towards her seat.

"Y-your hair!" Raylene was the first to react as she gasped with her eyes wide open.

Howard had a similar expression but Yvonne was concerned about the one seated at the head of the table.

"Do you like it, Papa?" She inquired with a smile while tilting her head.

The challenging tone in her voice and the wicked smile proved that she was up to no good.

However, Rutherford remained silent as he gazed at her face and the hair which now only reached her shoulders.

"I like it! Vonna looks adorable no matter what!" He exclaimed after his long pause.

Yvonne grinned victoriously while nodding with him as she was well aware of that fact.

Raylene felt her heart ache for the hair that had been cut off but when she heard her husband's words, her shock subsided and she paid close attention to the style.

"It does look good." She muttered but was surprised that he had not thrown a fit that she had done something so drastic to her appearance.

The only reason why Yvonne had dared to take this step and also openly challenge him about it was none other than the confidence that he would not object to her wishes.

'After all, he has to coax me so that I do not give him the silent treatment.' She smirked while thinking about why she had done so.

It had been three months since the signing of the contract with Ocular.

Today marked the last day of her punishment where she was grounded for three months.

For the past three months, she remained in her room without objecting even once.

However, today was the day her punishment period ended and her father's punishment period would begin.

Just like last time, Yvonne was already firm about giving him the cold shoulder until he won her over.

The first act to win her favor after the punishment was not to throw a fit after her drastic haircut.

'My head feels so light~' She mewled as the long bob hair was much better than the long ponytail that would touch her butt if she let it grow any longer.

Therefore, her first act after her punishment ended was this and just as she had expected, her father did not chide her about it.

Pleased with this outcome, she focused on the meal while the rest of her family gawked at her new style without trying to conceal it.

'She looks even cuter!'

'I should buy more hairbands now.'

'My Vonna will get snatched away if she continues being so adorable!'

The brother, mother, and father had different thoughts but they were all related to the child who was eating her fill.

While eating, Yvonne pondered over the events that took place.

For the last three months, while she remained grounded, things went on as per normal in the outside world.

CLOVER's soaps were launched and Ocular's caravans began traveling the instant they received their consignment.

Sevenz had left with them to look after everything as with him went Tutu.

Since the Wescott fief, their very first destination was too far from the Capital, Tutu had not come bearing any news for the little girl.

Sevenz and Yvonne had maintained radio silence for the duration of her punishment but she did receive news from her Uncle Marcus that they were supplying the products to Ocular on a regular basis.

With his constant updates about the condition of the factory with the Hagen family and the deliveries being made, she was certain that everything was on the right track.

Ocular supplied CLOVER's soap beginning in the southern fiefs and they shot to fame in those areas.

Similarly, Rutherford and Marcus were in charge of ensuring that the people in their respective fiefs were also receiving their supplies at a timely interval.

Thus, for three months now, CLOVER had been extremely busy with constant production of their soaps to be able to supply to the demands of the commoner population.