Rose managed to tie up my hair with a ribbon, in some butchered emulation of the Oblyan women’s hair. The pink silk ribbon matched my dress, a crinkled cranberry with a neckline low enough to make me blush. Not that it mattered very much. Pinned between my beautiful sisters, I was little more than a piece of furniture, a particularly elaborate candle stand.
OK OK your beauty is overlooked and you're not like the other girls I GET IT. Stop hitting me over the head with it.
