Odette stood alongside the antique mirror, caressing the frame that deftly encompassed it. Etched onto the gold were vines, ending and branching back out at random. She loved the rough texture under her bare fingertips.
Nonetheless, the gesture was just a delay. A delay from doing the inevitable. No, she chided herself. You have to do this. You need to see what they see.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the pounding of her heart, forceful like the solid hooves of a race horse against a sandy course. Breathing in, Odette languidly stepped in front of the mirror. As soon as she reopened her eyes and scrutinized the mirror's surface, her lower lip began to tremble. She grimaced profoundly at the creature being broadcasted.
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Shards of Beauty
PoetryShe started out as one of the few girls that did not want the attention. In fact, with the exception of being addressed, she hardly spoke, and her wardrobe consisted of only sweatshirts, blue jeans, and converse. It didn't change a thing though. EVE...
