The Pack's Emissary
It wasn’t her style at all, but the colors were right, and she liked the band.
“Here,” Rhett entered the walk-in-robe behind her and searched his drawers - coming out with some chunky silver jewellery and a scarf with skulls on it. “I picked this scarf up somewhere,” he ran it through his hand whilst she hooked the mismatched earrings on. “Wasn’t sure how to style it though, so it’s been sitting in the drawer ever since. Maybe you can do something with it?”
“Sure can,” she took it from him, folded it into a headband, and hooked it under her hair before tying and off-center bow on her head. “I look like punk-rock Aislen,” she grinned at the mirror.
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