"She's a pretty girl," Curnen answered, cutting off the not like me that always threatened to tack on whenever she talked about her sister. It was true, though. Even before the curse, Curnen had always been scruffier, wilder, more awkward than her big sister. The way she thought of it, you could see it in their hair. Curnen's waved, never managed to stay bound, tumbled, escaped. Bliss had always been able to get her bone-straight hair into a perfectly smooth braid down her back.