A Lady
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leaned in a little to the mirror and studied it closely. Something looked different. Emma moved in even closer and had to squint to get a better look. Her nose was almost
moved in even closer and had to squint to get a better look. Her nose was almost touching the glass.
Emma shrieked. Her hair was the most gruesome colour she could ever imagine. Her dress looked shabby and frayed. She screamed again, heart pounding even harder. She flung herself off the stool and turned into the opposite direction, only to find that her room looked quite normal. Breathing fast, she put her hands to her face, feeling her head all over, almost to make sure it was still there. She didn't dare move an inch. She turned slowly, but with caution again and faced the mirror.
Tears began to slowly steam down her face. Nothing had changed from her appearance. She gulped again and laughed nervously. It's because I'm so worked up about this party, I'm just seeing things, she thought.
"It was nothing," she said aloud, trying to convince herself even harder. She moved closer to the mirror again, smoothing out her dress and fixing her hair. I've been up here for almost an hour, she thought. Emma could now hear music playing from downstairs. Andrew is probably wondering where I am, she thought. And sure enough, she could see Andrew's reflection in the mirror as he began to move in closer.
"Oh Andrew, I'm really sorry I took so -," Emma began to say as she turned around. She frowned.
"Andrew?" she said again. Emma paused. "Andrew this isn't funny, I know your there. I think I've been scared quite enough tonight," she added. "Fine, I'll just sit here an wait until you decide to stop fooling around," she said, sitting on the stool facing the mirror.
Wide eyed and horrified, Emma let out the most terrifying scream. Everyone downstairs was too busy enjoying the party. No one heard a thing.
Andrew looked at the...
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