Scarlett
“Sit down, sweetheart. Unless you want me to scalp you by accident.”
That’s the first thing Edna says when she shoves me into a velvet chair in her quarters and spins me to face the mirror. There’s a fire in her eyes and a comb in her hand that looks like it’s seen war.
I sit.
What else can I do?
Edna hums under her breath and circles me like I’m some kind of fashion crime scene. Then she dives into my hair, yanking at it with ruthless determination.
She gasps. Loud. Offended.
“Split ends,” she whispers like she’s discovered a tragedy. “No, darling. We can’t have this. Do not worry. Edna will save you.”
I blink. “Thanks...?”
She glares at me through the mirror. “I was talking to your hair.”
Okay then.
She begins muttering to herself again, rattling off movements like a
