BRIAR’S POV
I place the last hair ornament, pinning my long blonde hair up into a bun, and stare into the mirror for longer than a second. It’s pretty, of course, but I get the nagging feeling that it’s not enough.
I’m going for regal, mature, but it’s just not enough.
Frustrated, I pull out all the pins, letting my hair fall down my shoulders again.
“Maybe I shouldn’t attend the welcoming ceremony,” I mutter.
I glance at Deborah through the mirror, standing behind me, yawning quietly to show her exhaustion.
“The Luna has to be there as a sign of respect. The first hairstyle you did was already pretty.”
“I’m not going for pretty. I want show-stopping, badass Luna. Something to show just how serious I am.” I stare at my reflection once more, still unsatisfied.
Nothing I do with my
