The Reluctant Princess

Sloane

On the day I’m supposed to eat dinner with Victor Dreadhowl, the servants grab me the second I jump out of my car. One of them, an old woman named Hilda, looks me over and shakes her head at my messy, white hair.

She tugs me towards my family’s colossal, beige mansion as she scolds me, “You can’t present yourself like that. We need to make you look presentable, with a full makeover and the