Ariana’s POV

“Oh, ouch!” I gasped, reaching my hand back to grab my hair. “That hurt.”

“Honey, I really need to finish getting your hair ready for the ball,” my mother said in a sweet but firm tone. She added some serum to her hands, gently rubbed it into my hair, and continued combing. My hair was still semi-wet from soaking it that afternoon, but the serum really helped to detangle it further.

It wasn’t that I never combed my hair or anything. But tonight was the most ...