Play start act 1 (1)

Facing the massive mirror for like forever under the heavy gaze of her beloved uncle, she had enough with her own beauty. Some last-minute adjustment had to do it for the sake of the play.

Improvise, adapt and overcome. 

Was and still is her life motto.

"Turn around now." Jack made a turning gesture with his hand.

With rolling eyes, she twirled around. The hem of the dress expanded and fluttered beautifully with her perfect turn. She was like a real fairy. Forgot that part of her was a nymph. Her beauty was transcendence.

"You look pretty. Like an angel." His lips curled up at the corner.

The maids and the butlers insanely clapped their hands as if they appreciated this mediocre view of her.

"My eyes have been blessed."

"My health improved."

"Insanity? None. Beauty? Immaculate."

"This hand groomed the shining silky hair."

"It's a pity there's nothing on top of her head."

"Pity."

"Remarkably pitiful."