Rachel twirled in front of her mirror, an involuntary whistle escaping her lips. She’d never looked this great. Despite her misgivings, the Mirror had been right to make her older. Her lingering baby fat had been smoothed into womanly curves that filled the dress to perfection. And it was a perfect shade of red for her complexion.
“Damn, I look good.”
“Talking to yourself is never a good sign, Rachel.” The Mirror’s voice wrapped itself around her shoulders like a shawl. She yelped at the sensation and frantically rubbed her arms.
“Geez, a little warning perhaps?”
The reflection just grinned.