Chapter 708: The First Washing
Sophia scrunched her face in thought. The smell had been sharp—biting, even—but there had been so many products, so many different mixtures applied over so many months that the details blurred together like paint running in rain.
"I remember the smell," she said slowly. "It was sharp and, um... it burned my nose a little. But honestly, I cannot be certain about much else because there were various products used. Oils, sprays, creams. I remember different people touching my hair, applying different things, trying different mixtures. I am not exactly sure which product finally worked."
She paused, her fingers curling slightly in her lap.
"So I may be mistaken about some of it. But that's what I remember... I'm sorry I don't remember more."
Olga was quiet for a long moment, her expression thoughtful, her fingers drumming lightly against her thigh. The other workers exchanged glances, their earlier excitement dimmed into something more serious.
