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of my bed putting lotion on my legs. It was my usual routine that I did every
time I showered, but since Finn was in the room, I tried to play it off as being
sensual when it really wasn t.
Not that Finn had even noticed. He knocked once, opened my
bedroom door, and only gave me a fleeting glance as he headed straight to my
closet. I sighed in frustration and hurriedly rubbed the lotion in while Finn
busied himself. He had flicked on the light and was apparently rummaging
through my clothes.
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I don t think I have anything in your size! I said and leaned farther
on my bed, trying see what he was doing in there.
Funny, he muttered absently.
What s so hard about dressing me? And what s wrong with how I
dress myself? I countered, watching him, but he didn t even look at me. He
was far too focused on the task at hand.
You are a Princess, and you need to dress like one. He gave a
resigned sigh, and he started leafing through my dresses and pulled out a long,
white sleeveless dress. It was actually a very pretty, looking much too fancy for
me, and when he came out of the closet, he handed it to me. I think this might
work. Try it on.
Isn t everything in my closet suitable? I tossed the dress on the bed
next to me and turned to look at him. Wasn t everything picked out for these
occasions?
Yes, but different things are better for different occasions. Finn came
over to the bed to smooth out the dress, making sure it didn t have any wrinkles
or creases. This is a very important dinner, Wendy.
Why? What makes this one so important? I demanded.
The Strom s are very good friends of your mother s and the Kroner s
are very important people. They affect the future, Finn finished smoothing the
dress and turned to me. Why don t you continue getting ready?
How do they affect the future? What does that mean? I pressed.
That s a conversation for another day, Finn nodded towards the
bathroom. You need to hurry if you re going to be ready in time for dinner.
Fine, I sighed, getting up off the bed.
Wear your hair down, Finn commanded. My hair was wet so it was
lying nicely down, but I knew that as soon as it dried, it would turn into a wild
thicket of curls.
I can t. My hair is impossible. I ran my fingers through my dark hair.
We all have difficult hair. It s the curse of being Trylle, Finn said.
Even Elora and I. It s something you must learn to manage.
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Your hair is nothing like mine, I insisted dourly. His hair was short
and obviously had some product in it, but it looked smooth, straight, and
obedient.
It most certainly is, Finn replied shortly.
I meant to prove him wrong, so instinctively, I reached out and
touched his hair, running my fingers shallowly through the hair past his temples.
Other than being stiff with product, it felt like my hair. It wasn t until I had
done it that I realized that there was something inherently intimate about
running my fingers through another person s hair. I had been looking at his
hair, but then I met his dark eyes and realized exactly how close I was to him.
Since I was short, I had stood on my tiptoes a bit, leaning up to him like I was
about to kiss him, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought that
would be a very good course of action right about now.
Satisfied? Finn asked, and I retracted my hand and took a step back.
There should be hair products in your bathroom. Experiment.
I nodded my compliance, still feeling too flustered to really speak. Finn
was unnaturally calm, and at times like that, I really hated it. I barely even
remembered to breathe until I was in my bathroom. Being that near to him
made me forget everything but his dark eyes, the heat from his skin, his
wonderful scent, the feel of his hair beneath my fingers, the smooth curve of
his lips&
That had to be the end of that. I had a dinner tonight to worry about,
and somehow, I had to do something with my hair. I tried to remember what
Maggie had used in my hair before I went to the dance with Patrick, but that
felt like a lifetime ago. Thankfully, my dark hair had magically decided to behave
itself tonight, making the whole process go easier. Finn seemed to think my hair
looked better down, so I left the length of it hanging in the back and pulled the
sides back with clips. The bruise was fading on my temple, and I covered it up
easily with concealer. I also had a fully stocked jewelry box, and I went with a
diamond necklace.
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