I stared in the mirror, and I didn’t recognize the mirror staring back at me. I had dressed up and done the full makeup when I was still a teenager, but ever since being on my own, I hadn’t put nearly as much effort into my looks. The person standing in front of me had dark brown hair that fell over her shoulders in loose curls. Little stair pins hung throughout the curls, adding a little bit of a sparkle. The dress seemed to fit perfectly with the complement of the makeup and curls in my hair. I couldn’t decide if I felt more like a princess or a fairy, but I was in love either way. I felt magical, like nothing bad could happen.
“Thank you so much,” I whispered without taking my eyes off the mirror. I twisted a few times to watch the bottom of my dress flow around me. I could feel the te
