[THE FOLLOWING DAY]
"Next, we have to change your overall appearance," Maia chimed as they came to a stop at a neighborhood salon. "Starting with your hair."
Xanthe's lashes fluttered rapidly like she couldn't believe her ears. All her life, she'd received nothing but compliments regarding her hair. This was the first time anyone had suggested otherwise.
She grabbed a chunk of her long, lustrous hair, studying it closely. "Is there a problem with my hair?"
"Not really. Your hair is perfect. We just gonna. . . you know. . . give it a nice trim."
Xanthe met her gaze, confusion still glaring on her face. "I've never once had my hair trimmed in my life."
Maia chuckled awkwardly as her eyes gradually took in the length of Xanthe's hair, which literally cascaded down to the back of her knees. "I can see that."
