[Lilia]

I stared at the image of my own reflection on the full-length vanity mirror, wondering if that woman staring right back at me is, well, me.

I could be hallucinating and mistaking someone else as me for all I know. However, the reflection copies every movement I made, and I am sure even the way I breathe is mimicked perfectly. I shifted once again, bending my upper body in order to get a better view at what the dress looked like from behind.

Aya was right. This wasn’t a kiddie dress ...