She winced as his voice told her his reaction — while appropriate since her hair was normally the exact opposite — warranted an explanation. Ro wondered how often she would have to repeat this tonight. "Yes, yes," she said in an attempt to keep the impatience from her voice. Earlier in the evening, Rowan had refused to chide Maisie because of her mistake, however, now that she realized she might go hoarse by the night was over in attempts to explain her appearance, Rowan was reevaluating her decision.

"My sister had a mishap with a hair spell and now I'm not entirely sure when it'll go back to normal." Rowan pursed her lips, glancing quickly at him then averting her gaze back to the ballroom and hoping the spectacle wouldn't last too long. "Please don't tell me it looks bad." The request came out slightly strained; though she didn't like to think herself vain, she figured she harbored as many insecurities as the next young woman her age.

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