Even if no one could ever see her outside her pallace, everyone wanted to live her story… She used to stay in front of a beautiful, crystal mirror all day long and each time she closed her eyes, her imagination went wild… Our princess had no need to go to a hair salon. Her mind made complicated spins and feminine and appealing curves appeared, sometimes falling straight or getting wavy, rainbow came down to earth to paint every piece of her wonderful hair and stars were falling to make her shine… She could be anyone she wanted to be… and she did not know what a bad hair day is.
