The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

The Woman in the Mirror Part 2

Facing the transparent display panel, your aunt was watching a cooking show. Once she mixed the ground pork, bacon, and rice altogether, she removed a leaf from the sink and started chopping it in half. Her grip on her knife loosened when you came flying into the kitchen.

"Aunt Jamie!"

You were blocking her view of the TV, so she tried looking around you. "Hey! What's up? Oh, guess what I'm cooking for us tonight? It's one of your favorites!"

Along with your rising panic, you were winded and struggling to get your words out. "I don't know? Soup? Look, there's someone in this castle with us."

Still focused on the cooking show, she wasn't paying full attention to what you were saying.  "Yeah, I know. Michelle stopped by and told me she wanted to clean the foyer today because she's leaving to see her mother this weekend." Jamie valued an immaculate home, so she hired an independent cleaner who worked during the weekdays. She couldn't design and plan her projects in a messy state. It was too distracting for her mind.

You clapped your hands twice, muting the loudness of the TV behind you. "No, I'm not talking about Michelle! There's someone in your dance studio!"

Jamie furrowed her eyebrows at you. "Hey, you muted my show!" She undid your claps and turned the volume back on.

"Auntie!" You muted it again, moving closer to her. "You're not hearing me! There's a dead person in this place! That Lady Dimitrescu figure you were telling me about? I think she still lives here. She grabbed me in the studio and spoke to me!" You knew just how bizarre you must've sounded to your aunt, but at this moment, you just needed her to believe you. It wasn't easy, considering she was a realist and a bit of a skeptic already.

Jamie sighed, realizing she was going to miss her show. "Eh, who?"

"Just come with me!" You snatched her wrist and dragged her out of her kitchen. It was better to show her yourself rather than explain what you saw.

"Wait!" She resisted and pulled back against you. "I don't want to leave the rest of the cabbage leaves in the water!"

"We'll take them out later!"

When you brought your aunt into the dance studio, you released her and pointed at the mirror wall. "Look! Right about there, there was this woman in a white dress. And I'm talking about an upper-class type of dress from the 1930s or so. She was, like, tall, too! Six something—and she had these yellow eyes that burned into me! What's really crazy is that she's only visible in the mirror. She even told me there were others like her who are here as well. I think it's true because I've found my stuff moved around in my bedroom. It's like we're being haunted by ghosts who never departed from this life long ago. Aunt Jamie? Please say something! We can't stay here."

In all your rambling, your aunt lost you at the part about a woman wearing a white dress and how you could only see her in the mirror. "Sweetie? Take deep breaths and calm yourself, okay? There's no one in this room except us."

"But that's not the case, I promise!" You headed out to the middle of the dance floor. "Alcina? Are you here?" The longer you stared at your reflection, the more anxious you became. "Hey! Can you appear again? I know you're here!"

Your aunt continued to give you a blank look. She was deeply concerned for you and couldn't wrap her head around what was scaring you. "Who are you talking to?"

You raised your voice at the mirror and knocked your fist against it. "Alcina! Show yourself! Oh, God! Auntie, I swear to you, I'm not losing my mind. I saw someone in this mirror, and she was, well, just as real as you are to me right now. Her face was pale and pretty and...and..."