Finally, she saw a wooden sign hanging above a small door. It read: Master Wigs and Hairpieces.
Camilla walked inside. The shop smelled like scented oils and old dust. Sitting on wooden stands all around the room were beautiful, long, curled wigs made for wealthy noblewomen.
The shop owner, a short, nervous-looking man, hurried forward.
"Welcome, miss!" the merchant said, rubbing his hands together. "Are you looking for something elegant? I have beautiful blonde curls that will make you look like a princess."
Camilla shook her head. "No," she replied softly. She looked around the shop.
She did not want a beautiful wig. She wanted something ugly. She walked toward the back of the shop. She saw a small woven basket sitting on the floor. It was filled with rejected, ruined hairpieces that the merchant was planning to throw away.
Camilla knelt down. She dug through the basket.
Her fingers touched a piece of rough, messy hair. She pulled it out and held it up to the light.
