Silver Linings
Sir makes light of a dye-saster.
Desiring a dramatic switch-up, I dyed my platinum locks black. Gazing at the ghastly gray-green result, tears flowed. Sir, trying to comfort me, joked, "Well, no need for a wig at the costume party!" Sobbing, I retorted, "I'm the spitting image of a witch!" With a mischievous grin, Sir responded, "If you were a witch, fairytales would be obsolete. Every prince would be too consumed with ravishing your tempting body to eve...