123. "By the way, respect what you said before about traveling around our kingdom... is an interesting and thrilling idea. And I am wondering if you would like to, after the wedding... travel with me and... be friends. If you like the idea, of course..."
122. And she happily blushes.
"Thanks for such nice words, Helen, you are so kind."
121. "Maybe some buffoon... But, if you ask me, you are pretty sexy like this: I would bet you can flirt with other guests and captivate them" Helen argues.
Rebecca didn't expect that answer...
120. With curiosity, Rebecca watches herself in the mirror. She doesn't look specially uncomfortable with her new appearance, but, suddenly, a shy way of looking is on her face.
"Helen, do you believe the guests will mock my bald head?"
119. And then, Rebecca is bald.
"Another peek to your new self, little lamb"? Helen asks, holding a mirror again.
118. As she was told, Rebecca doesn't move while the razor reaps her red stubble. She feels the cold and the sharp blade against her cranium, but she resists the process stoically...
117. "What a curious feeling..." Rebecca says. "It's like being a cloud or an ice cream...".
"Curious and original metaphors" Helen admits. "But now stay very still: I don't want to cut you by accident".
"Yes, of course".
116. "So poetic! Then, as you wish, the shaving cream..." Helen says as she spreads it above Rebecca's skull.
115. "Sincerely, I am starting to see this makeover as a providential opportunity to change and be a more humble and better person and bard. So... let's finish and shave my head: a bet is a bet, as you said before".
114. Helen places a mirror in front of Rebecca:
"How is it going?" the blonde asks.
"WOW!" Rebecca shouts, surprised. "I never watched until now the complete shape of my head. It's... fascinating" she sighs while she touches her head, hypnotized.