Freya
A loud bang woke me up. My bedroom door flew open. I blinked and tried to see through the bright morning light. A group of maids walked in fast. Their arms were full of cloth, brushes, and beauty tools.
“Good morning, Luna Freya,” one of them said with a big smile. She put a tray of hair pins on my table.
“What is happening?” I asked. My voice was still sleepy. I looked at the clock. I still had two hours before I needed to get up.
“We are here to get you ready for your manners lesson,” another maid said. She pulled my blanket off me hard. The cold air hit my skin. I let out a small scream.
Before I could say a word, the maids got to work. They pulled my hair up and down, left and right. They twisted it into a big, fancy style and added so many bows I lost count. Then they put l
