The Empress's New Clothes

She stands looking into the vanity mirror. The vanity is pure white, just as her body is pure. The mirror surrounded by dazzling silver roses to represent the beauty of her curling hair that almost always frames her face. And then the mirror. A literal representation of her. But who exactly is looking back at her?
"Honey, are you almost ready?" Her mother walks into the room interrupting the thoughts. "Emmalina, where did this come from?"
The young girl looks down at her shoes. Conveniently, her left strap is undone.
"You're lucky it was I who walked in rather than your father. You know of his temper."
"Yes mother. I am truly sorry. I simply couldn't help myself. It looked so pretty, and I have never worn any before."
"I understand. Let this stay between us. And if you ever have the urge to buy something this scandalous again, think of what your father would say, or rather what he would do." The mother shakes her head trying to clear the image.
"It's only lipstick,