It’s not really showing up,” she said, looking at the headpiece. “I don’t know how your hair came out so blond, but it just ruins the look of jewels across your head.” “Nothing I can do to help it,” I replied. As if I didn’t know already. My hair was a shade or two lighter than that of most of the crowd, and more than one person had noted it across my lifetime. “I blame your father.” “I wouldn’t,” he snapped. I swallowed, seeing the tension of the moment was truly getting to them.