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By four, Grandma Judith comes to find me. “Sloane, dear, aren’t you going to get ready?” she asks. “Yeah. I guess I should,” I sigh. “I’ll come see if you need help in a little bit,” she says. I go to my room, suddenly wishing that Scarlet was here. She’s so much better at this sort of thing than I am. I shower and wash my hair, then blow it dry. I stare at myself in the mirror, thinking of what Aunt Samara said about a simple low bun. I try a couple of times and can’t quite get it right, so I decide to create a braided bun. At least then, I know I’ll be able to keep my hair tamed and contained throughout the night.