The Fiancée Farce

by Alexandria Bellefleur

The long, dark hair she’d swept up in a bun was coming undone, too thick even for the combination of claw-clip and bobby pins she’d used in an unsuccessful attempt to tame it into submission. Tendrils floated freely around her ears and the sides of her heart-shaped face, flirting idly with the edge of her jaw and the neckline of her truly odious cardigan.

Messy bun supremacy

“I volunteer as tribute.”