#Chapter 28: A Luna’s Hair

Elara I glanced down at my hair, running my fingers through the strands carefully, trying to see what Grace found so offensive about it. Sure, it had been years since I’d had a proper haircut, and my curls might’ve been a little unruly around the ends, but I didn’t think they were ‘awful’ by any stretch of the imagination. Still, after the morning’s fiasco and Alaric’s warning at the picnic, I decided it wasn’t worth fighting her on this particular point. If she wanted me to get my hair done, I’d let her pay for it. I could at least try to salvage something out of this humiliation—maybe get a trim that would flatter my curls instead of hiding them. “I’ll go,” I said, forcing a pleasant tone. “Lead the way.” Grace just sniffed, tossing her head as she turned on her heel. She was clearly expecting me to throw a fit or refuse outright, so my easy agreement might have rattled her plans a bit. Good. The drive to the salon was mercifully short. Grace didn’t bother w