I hold the small mirror in my hand while Mali combs my hair. It dried with salt water, so today I woke up looking literally like a lioness. I almost screamed when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror and noticed how frizzy my hair was. The embarrassment I felt thinking about how I must have looked when I woke up in front of him last night was intense. And it's not that I'm superficial, but I doubt he found me pretty with my hair all puffed up.
My eyes are a bit red, probably from the sea water, but I don't look tired. I don't even feel tired; I already feel better.
"I'm done with this one," says my Ice Queen, placing a braid over my shoulder. "Stop moving, I still have one more to do."
I nod as she pulls my hair. I smile, admiring the blonde braid that reaches below my chest. I touch the
