Rhea sat on the edge of the girls' bed, a soft smile on her lips as she gently brushed through Ariana's long hair. "Hold still, sweetie," she murmured, her fingers deftly working through the tangles. "You don't want any knots tomorrow, do you?"
Ariana giggled, squirming slightly. "No, Mommy," she replied, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "But can you braid it like yours?"
Rhea chuckled, her heart swelling with love for her daughters. "Of course, my little princess," she said, weaving Ariana's hair into a neat braid. "There, all done. Now, let's see what mischief your sister is up to."
Turning to Alison, Rhea continued to brush through her hair. "You have such beautiful hair, just like your father," she said, smiling at her daughter's reflection in the mirror. "But it's a little ta
