Chapter 2: The Trade
Straw hats. Whoever had invented them had been really angry at hair, Lucy decided. She stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror, mulling over ways she could make the hideous hat on her head look a little more attractive. She reached up and pulled it down on the left side, then the right, then the left, trying desperately to get it to tilt in a way that wouldn't make her look like an old farm wife.
"Ugh!" she groaned, grabbing the hat with both hands and pulling it down over her face. Her hair was a mess by now, she was sure. The straw had already gotten entangled in it and she dreaded the mess she'd be faced with