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Cyra
I move the stupid wig around on my head, trying to find where I’m going to attach it. At least I didn’t have to worry about clothes for today, the princess dress I’ll have to wear for today’s party was all clean and everything, but that hasn’t made my mood any better.
When I accepted this job, I obviously wasn’t paying attention to where it was. I don’t normally do shifter parties. I avoid them, like the plague, but another princess somehow managed to break her arm this week and they needed a replacement at the last minute. And I’m the only other person who does the Cinderella routine, so the agency asked me.
If I hadn’t been so frustrated by the Alpha assholes’ behaviour yesterday afternoon, I would have checked where it was, who it was for and I would have realised I should ha
