Clarisse stood in front of her dressing table’s mirror. She had got dressed and closed her eyes. She stumbled her way towards the mirror. She drew a couple of deep breaths and opened her eyes to face the person staring back from the mirror.
Clarisse gasped at the reflection. She saw a woman dressed in a cream coloured shirt with a fluffy collar - like a cardigan around her neck. And a violet pencil skirt underneath. The heels added a little more to the sophistication, making her look taller and more assertive.
Is it really me? She wondered, bursting the clouds of disbelief blooming around her.
Clarisse barely knew the woman she was looking at in the mirror. She seemed very elegant, her curly hair was not an inextricable mess, instead they fell down over her shoulder in graceful ringle
