Chapter 25
I was fussing with my dress again, I admit it, but Sophie didn't have to slap my hand so hard.
"Hey," I said, cradling my stinging hand.
"Leave it alone," she said in a very motherly tone. "Honestly, you look great."
"If you say so," I said, but I wasn't being entirely fair. Sophie had planted me in front of a mirror after she had finished dressing me and doing my hair, and even I had to admit I had never looked so good. She had the same magic touch with my hair that she had with her own little patch of curls that always perfectly framed her face.
Okay, maybe that wasn't strictly speaking magic. But it was certainly a thing I knew I could never be taught. She had gotten my cowlick to cooperate without even beating it into submission first, sweeping my hair back and holding
