There once lived a peasant girl who longed to be glamorous.
But most, she just scampered about her woodland home, unaware of the terrible world beyond.
She tried to find the latest fashions but the wicked villagers kept her from her glamorous dreams of couture elegance.
Little did the townspeople know, there was a cohort of the most elite members of the glamour brigade in desperate need of a look that might inspire them.
There were some that approached the great emperors of glamour with great courage and stunning looks.
They were quickly rebuffed, not because they lacked beauty but because they lacked courage.
There was also a contingent among the glamorous that did not understand the intellect required to be the great beauty for the brigade.
The Great Empress tried to make them understand the gravity of the undertaking.
Alas, the spoilt fashion babies would accept none of her truths, defiant until the very end.
The seasoned veteran, Her Royal Cheekbones of Glamour, would try to tell them what’s what.
But the little beasts attempted to excuse their sloth as if it were something cute.
But cute does not cut it in the world of glamour and the maidens incited ire in their mentors.
But one day, Sultan Sunglasses spotted a woman out of the corner of his eye whom he thought might undue the glamour famine.
She was taken aback by this creature, the likes of which she had never seen.
But he put her mind at ease by telling her his theories of glamour.
And he gave her some practical advice as well.
Suddenly, everyone who had once derided her had an opinion on what she ought to do with her life, her career, and her glamour, offering her suggestions on where to take her career that meant little to her.
Some of it was kind, but basically vacant.
Some, even more so.
The young maiden grew angry that she had trust the German vampire in shades, growing irate.
He conceded as much when it came to glamour.
She realized this was largely a world of frauds and made a swift decision to return her to her golden locks.
The Great Empress was not impressed with this fiasco.
Her Royal Cheekbones of Glamour was even less forgiving.
And so she did what anyone might do in her situation: conjured the powers of fashion Hell.
The peasant girl quickly ascended to where she ought to be: the heavens above where she could embrace peasants like herself.
It was a day for great lessons among the cohort for who stood a chance and who did not.
And the Angel of Glamour Truth sent out a decree that very day, warning other peasants and even her own colleagues of what comes to pass for those who tread in their waters.