The mirror was beautiful, the Baroque frame was carved from mahogany and coated with gold leaf. Ornate vines and flowers interspersed with scrolls and ribbons. The glass was flawless and smooth, the silver beneath untarnished.
It was all Lauren could do not to yank it from the wall and hurl it to the floor.
Wretched thing. Perfect mirror. Why didn't her older sister Hallie get her a Tintin comic or some French cholate instead of this gaudy, gold tinted monstrosity?