“You practiced that at night?” Clifford asked in surprise. “So, you weren’t scared after seeing an apparition in that dressing room mirror?” he asked, studying her face closely.
“I was initially, but grandma talked me out of it,” Marielle responded with a smug smile. “She made me stand in front of the mirror for long enough to expel my fears about seeing anyone besides myself there.”
“So, you saw nothing strange in your mirror since seeing a woman in the theatre’s mirror?” Clifford asked with a concerned look in his eyes.
“Nothing at all, but we want to go back to that theatre so that my grandmother can assist me with my first experience of vanquishing a ghost,” Marielle replied as she stared at Clifford’s empty glass pensively, unwilling to meet his gaze.
“So, it’s not an evil spirit?” Clifford asked as he raised one eyebrow curiously. Marielle looked up and noticed how the lights brought out the golden specks in his eyes and was distracted for a moment.