Disfigured

Samantha seemed keen enough to sense that something was wrong and opened her mouth to ask, "Is there…something wrong with my face?"

Libby was still in her tender years and was unable to control herself. She shook her head repeatedly to try and assert that there was nothing wrong but her remarks had the opposite effect and drew more attention to it. "No! None at all, Miss! Your face is all good! There's nothing wrong here!"

It could not be more obvious that something was wrong.

Samantha immediately said, "Hand me a mirror."

Libby's face scrunched up and she looked at Irene as if pleading for assistance.

Irene sighed and said, "Just hand it to her."

The truth would come out eventually and it was not something that could be hidden.

Libby had no choice but to head over to the dressing table and fetched a small mirror. She walked back hesitantly and handed it to Samantha.

Samantha raised the mirror and looked at her face.