Amelia-POV
“Is all of this really necessary?” I questioned, squinting one eye open to peek up at Lindsay through my mascara-brushed lashes. “My neck is hurting.”
“Yes, it’s necessary. The king has summoned you, Amelia. That’s kind of a big deal,” she retorted, rolling her blue eyes as she swiped a tiny brush across my eyebrow for the umpteenth time. “And keep your eyes closed.”
I scoffed, but obeyed her snippy command, shivering as the coolness of her tight leather pants brushed against my bare upper arm.
I wasn’t lying about my neck, though. I’d been sitting in the same position with my head bent backward for what seemed like an eternity, and the weight of the damp curlers pinned to my scalp only added to the growing stiffness in my neck.
Chomper, the rebel, remained curled in my lap
