Estella's sitting in-front of the mirror, cream in hand as she applies the curling cream to her hair. Her tight curls shining as she rubs it in, the glimmer in her golden locks brighter than Pip's eyes whilst he watches from their bed.

Estella smiles, giving a wink to Pip in the reflection of the mirror. Whilst he grows all flustered by it, Estella continues to do her hair. Torturously going slow to tease Pip.