However, he’s equally stubborn. “Harriet, how long will it take for her to grow her hair out?”
“If she stops cutting it, perhaps two months. Of course, it depends on how long you want it.”
“You mean, how long I want it.” I glare at my mate, who grabs a fistful of it again, as if to show me what he means.
“For the love of the Goddess, Cedric—” I begin, and Harriet clears her throat.
“King Cedric, perhaps you should let the queen pick out her accessories now.”
But one of the designers chooses this moment to jump in. “If Her Majesty desires, I have an excellent hairstylist who will be more than happy to give you extensions.”
“No,” I reply shortly. Cedric sits down with a heavy sigh, and I roll my eyes at him. “Get over it. If you don’t like my hair—”
“I like your hair,” he cuts me off.
