CORRIGAN
I couldn’t help staring back at the mirror, watching the lady the mirror claimed was me, and seeing nothing else but beauty, but the mad thing here was the fact that I was clothed in a dress that made me look foxy.
Maybe, being foxy is what Kate meant when she spoke of a ready meal to be eaten. I smiled at that thought and touched my face. My fingers were so bright they seemed to be reflecting light, and the same was with my feet.
“I hope you like what you see.” She said behind me.
Indeed, what I see here in the mirror is good, and I must attest to it. If such is good for the eyes of a lady, what then would it be in the eyes of a man?
“Of course, I like your good work,” I said and turned to her, smiling.
She smiled back and gestured at the door of the room.
“Time for breakf
