He picked up the broken shards. “Is this glass on the floor?”
Arianna frowned. “I didn’t mean to, but I dropped it.”
“That’s your mother’s favourite mirror.”
“Step-mother.”
Her step-mother stared at that mirror all day long, pausing just long enough to criticize Arianna’s looks. So with a few magic words, Arianna trapped her in the thing she loved most.
“I know how hard you’re trying to get along with her. When she comes back I’ll tell her it was an accident.”
“Thank you, Father!”
“Be more careful next time.”
She smiled. “Don’t worry, there won’t be a next time.”
Author’s Note: I really like playing with fairy tales and mirrors.
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