Seven deadly sins…
She ran her fingers over her chest, a half-smile curving in her reflection.
Her round eyes always glittered when the light stroked her, softening her pretty features.
The mirror was a present.
An enchanting present.
She twisted her hair back, fixing the clip into her tresses with delight that none could equal. Oh he had loved her. And now she was only concerned by his mirror.
That would please him.
Dust as thick as tar covered the glassy surface. And when she brushed it she didn’t notice the age spots on her hands.
Such was the beauty of her disbelief.
Are your sins this bewitching…?
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