MIRABLE POV.
The Masked Christmas ball Party was tonight, and nothing was going according to plan. Weeks of preparation had unraveled overnight, and now I was teetering on the edge of tears. My dress—the stunning red dress I was supposed to make me look like I belonged —still hadn’t arrived, and to make matters worse, part of my hair had somehow turned blue while I was sleeping.
Not the pretty kind of blue, either. It was streaky, dull, and screamed “disaster.” I rested my head on my vanity, breathing slowly to keep myself from crying. Crying would not solve anything, and it would only ruin my makeup. But it was hard to stay calm when everything I had worked so hard for was falling apart.
“What happened to your hair?” my mom’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts. She hurried into my ro
