As Seth opens the door to leave, Daphne and Lydia both arrive, carrying dresses and cases that I assume are full of makeup. Audrey welcomes them in as my mom drags a chair over to a table and starts plugging in straighteners and curling irons.
“Mom,” I say, looking at everything. “This is too much.”
“Nonsense,” she says with a smile and a wave of her hand. “It’s your first time being introduced as a Princess and I’ll be damned if there’s a single hair on that head out of place. I’ve lived for the day you would let me dress you up as an adult. Now sit down.”
I can’t help but giggle at her. “Yes, ma’am,. I will,” I tell her. “But I need to jump in the shower real quick. I promise won’t get my hair wet.”
I do as I say, showering as quickly as I can and wrapping myself in a robe a
