ELORA
"Ow." I winced as someone tugged on my hair. I had been sitting in a chair for hours, my behind and back ached.
"As they say, beauty is pain," Lucy said.
After Skye left, she had come tumbling into my room excited. I wondered what was so exciting about being stuck in a seat for hours. My head burned too.
"My back aches," I whined as the hair stylist pulled my hair even more.
"You've only been here for a few minutes." She replied, amused. She was seated on my bed, admiring the dress I was to wear. "In a few hours, this should be over. Trust me, you'd look stunning. I can't wait!" She clapped and squealed.
I couldn't relate to her excitement so I gave a small smile. "Hours? That's a long time. Isn't this a dinner?"
"Not just a dinner, Elora. It’s a dinner with the king and his
