Quinn's POV
Erissa did an excellent job taking up as much time as possible. She claimed she hated how my makeup had turned out and needed to start all over again. Nathaniel hadn't returned, but some other people had knocked on the door asking when we would be ready. It was only a matter of time before the King got frustrated and showed up, but it was now two in the morning, and so far, he hadn't shown his face again.
"I think I also need to curl your hair. It just isn't sitting right, and it's all bumpy from your ponytail," Erissa said, clicking her tongue as she pulled the gold vine from my hair.
"We are going to have to be done with this facade eventually," I chuckled as she pulled a curling iron out of her basket and plugged it next to the bed.
"I think I can squeeze another thir
