Chapter 78 : Mirror Questions
The mirror was too clean. That was her first mistake.
Elias had wiped it down that morning, humming some off-key melody while she sat at the kitchen table pretending not to sulk. She should've known he was up to something wholesome. The man couldn't stand dusty surfaces. Or silence. Or letting her wallow uninterrupted.
Now, thanks to his domestic diligence, the mirror reflected her all too clearly.
Revantra squinted at the girl staring back.
Not a child anymore.
But not yet a woman.
She leaned in closer, frowning. "What... is happening with my nose?"
The nose didn't answer, obviously. It just sat there. Slightly sharper than yesterday. Less button-like. She pressed her fingers against her cheeks and dragged down, distorting her face into a grimace.
Then she tried smiling. That was worse.
"Ugh," she groaned, turning her head from side to side.
Her voice was still throwing her off too. It echoed in her own ears like someone else was speaking. Like she was borrowing someone else's mouth. Even her laugh didn't come out right. It was too low. Too rich. Too... grown.