To get around an ancient curse, a red-haired bride was needed for the prince. But in the kingdom, there weren’t suitable girls. So they turned to the royal mage. He had gotten good at moving brides from other worlds. Only he didn’t know that in our salons, on a lady’s head, they could paint anything—from a flaming sunset to any color you wanted—for the ladies’ money. So the mage made a mistake—he took the wrong one. And hers was no ordinary character either: she didn’t want to go to the prince. And in the transition, by accident, a second girl got stuck with them. In other words, the spell went awry. And so everything turned out not quite the way it should have…