Father frowned. “You have been neglecting your responsibilities,” he said, his voice low.
“I didn’t—”
“That damn red is starting to show itself,” he hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at my hair. The harsh tone in his voice shook me into grabbing my growing roots in fearful disbelief. “You haven’t been dyeing your hair like you’re supposed to.”
Shame pooled inside me. “I-I’m sorry… I’ve been—”
“What happened to you over the last few days, Maeve? You used to be a good, obedient daughter.” The disappointment in his words sent a cold chill up my spine. “And now, look at what you’ve become.”
Slowly, I raised my gaze to meet that of my father’s and saw pure contempt.
“You must truly despise your own family if you are that keen to expose the sin of your birth,” he muttered, sharp with t
