Ryan’s POV

I met with my parents and went to the salon.

Mom and Dad received an invitation to a Grande party that would be held in Jayhill hotel. When I heard about this, I forgot about Giselle for a moment.

‘I need good food before going to a war.’

“Just you wait, Giselle. You’ll have a day with me,” I whispered while looking at myself through the big mirror of the salon.

As I monologue like Snow White’s evil stepmother, Mom turned her head to me and asked, “Daughter, do you think perming my hair will make me prettier?”

“No. Straight hair looks more good in you,” I commented....