Fiona’s POV.
Another morning of violently dragging a brush through my hair because Amelia is not around to do it for me. I had another date with Neil today, really, he was hellbent on squandering most of my free time and getting to know me.
Of course I didn’t mind, I loved his company; even though he occasionally did or said some things that rubbed me the wrong way, I chose to overlook it, after all what were a few careless words compared to being dragged out of a bathtub by one’s hair.
The only thing that really infuriated me though was having to deal with the endless tangles in my hair, the first few days I’d just thrown my hair into a high ponytail and taken it like that. I never really had explicitly tangled hair but after not being able to care for it properly for a month my hair h
