Either they all thought she wouldn’t dare to fight back if she felt threatened, or they all thought she was harmless and that it wouldn’t matter if she fought back. She ate it slowly and resumed pacing, but only for a few minutes. She paused once more in front of the mirror, inspecting her reflection closely. Even when she was calm, Vivienne could still swear that there was something wrong with her reflection. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. It was something to do with her eyes, she thought. She laid her hands against the mirror’s smooth surface and leaned close to it, until the tip of her nose was nearly touching it. Up close, she was positive that it wasn’t just her imagination. There was something off about her reflection, and it wasn’t from the mirror. It was her. She scrutinized her reflection like a strict teacher looking for something to pick at.
