Her Wishful Thoughts
Alora gradually looked at herself. She looked like a human, which caused her to open another eye. Her jaws dropped. She stepped closer to the mirror and touched the mirror in stupefaction.
Was it a magical mirror or were her eyes playing games with her?
Her fiery red hair had turned into a beautiful silver, and those ruby orbs had become icy blue as if holding the ocean in them. She wasn't scary but looked like a lifeless doll.
"This… isn't me." She uttered in disbelief. She looked nothing like the lady she was seeing in the mirror.
Arihan glanced at the reflection of little Alora's painting in the mirror. His eyes settled on the lady in front of him. She was an unparalleled beauty.
He felt like those fiery red hair and ruby eyes were trying to lower a bit of her charms by grabbing the attention. He was finding himself staring at her.