BENITA CELESTINE

I stood spellbound in front of the mirror, my gaze unable to tear itself away from the reflection staring back at me. My eyes seemed to gleam with an otherworldly light, my skin radiant with a divine glow. Every feature seemed sculpted to perfection, as if the gods themselves had crafted my face with detailed care.

My hair rolled down my back like a waterfall of gold, and my lips curved into a smile that seemed almost divine. I couldn't help but feel like I was gazing at a ...