Mar 8
4 min read
Royal Blood
A mystery
“Ow!” I cringed in the mirror. “Motherf — “
“Language Miss,” Natalia scolded. She continued to tease my hair to the high heavens before I could adjust my tiara.
“Aren’t we done yet?” I moaned. What Natalia delivered in pain, I liked to pay in attitude. For the last two days I knew nothing but pain. Pain and vanity of the highest degree. High heels, bikini waxes, bleached hair…
