PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY SIX

The day of the highly esteemed party arrived sooner than Zaramann expected. While she wished to gather more mental strength to help her deal with being within a crowd, Zara found something else distracting her.

As she settled into the passenger seat of the weremobile that was meant to take her and Clarissa to Zenrada’s palace, Zaramanni found herself raking her fingers through her newly cut hair.

The moment Clarissa cut off a huge chunk of her hair was something Zara was yet to forget. Though she felt a slight ache in her head when the enormous scissors met her hair, the few seconds that followed greatly soothed Zaramanni’s soul.

And things got better when she opened her eyes.

Her hair, already shoulder-length and not haggardly cut, was no longer the shade of blue it was. As though watching something unbelievably miraculous, which they were, Zara and Clarissa kept their keen gazes on her hair as it began to curl on its own, wearing all the shades of colour it had worn before at the s