Chapter 25. Fay Traditions

Eir’s POV

I had thought the lady who did my hair back in the wolf’s village was set in her ways. That was before I met Ethan! We nearly had a fistfight because I refused to wear the dress he had brought me! Still naked, I had wrapped myself in the covers and glared at the bright pink princess dress he dragged in. It was flashy and enormous, with gold and silver details embroidered all over the corset part. The back was open, and the cleavage deep. Another dress princess dress with a ready-for-the-nightclub feeling over it. Ethan would be what we referred to as a pretty boy in my world, his face flawless, skin perfect, his brows plucked so detailed it could have been photoshopped right onto his face. But he looked horrified when I asked for pants and a sweater. What is wrong with this world and comfortable clothing?

We compromised at the end; even if he spent the time, he did my makeup and hair, huffing and puffing like I was forcing him to wash the floor with his toothbr