ELENA“Stop moving,” Elizabeth said, a bobby pin between her teeth. “Or, I will end you.”“You have said that four times.”“And, trust me, I meant it four times.”I stood in the middle of my room, with my arms half-raised like I was under arrest, while Elizabeth circled me with the kind of focus she usually reserved for exams. My room wasn’t built for this. The mirror on my closet door was cracked in one corner, the carpet was thin enough to feel the floorboards through it, and somewhere past the wall my aunt’s television murmured on, too loud as always.None of that mattered right now. Elizabeth had brought a bag full of pins, a curling iron, and enough determination for both of us.“Hold still,” she muttered, twisting another section of my hair. “I’m making magic happen.”“You’re making my scalp hurt.”“That’s literally the same thing. We won't make prince charming to be disappointed now, would we?”I almost laughed then caught sight of myself in the cracked mirror and stopped.The
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