Gabriella’s POV

"Come with me," she said, and I nodded as I stood up. "Where are we going?"

"I need to show you something and address the reason you're worrying unnecessarily," she replied.

"Okay, after you," I responded with a faint smile, hoping she had a solution to my daughter's situation.

I was surprised when she led me to her room and stood me before the mirror. "Why am I standing in front of a mirror?"

"Take a look at yourself, Gabby. You're like a shadow of yourself because ...