Stella's eyes popped out of their sockets and her mouth fell open at the scene in the room.
Inside the room, there was a nice big rug in the middle on the floor, the kind that your feet would sink into.
Tables lined the walls all around except for the door, and looking at Stella from out of frames on the walls and the tables, was her own face. Smiling, sad, angry, disguised, you name it. It seemed like her face had been caught in each and every reaction possible.
Stella looked closely and realised that these were not pictures, they were paintings.
As she looked around with a lot of amazement and a little worry about how these came here, a painting just beside the door on thr right side caught here attention.
It was the only painting which consisted of a person beside herself. At a glance, Stella's eyes widened. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, still the same. She blinked a lot of times and then looked, still the same.
Two people were looking out of the painting, this one was easily the biggest in the whole room, it was the size of the door and showed two people smiling and standing hand in hand.
The background seemed to be of a very luxurious castle. Stella focused her attention on the painting itself. The man was, undoubtedly Den. But his clothes were weird, as though they belonged to a previous century. Den was wearing a complete outfit with waist-coat, a long overcoat, long boots that came halfway upto his calves, neck-tie, and all those things. He also had on a hat of the ancient type. The type you usually see in museums, belonging to kings and the like.
Wondering what this was all about, Stella turned to look at the woman in the painting.
At a glance, Stella's immediate thought was that it was her in the painting, but then she looked closely.
The height seemed to be a little too different. The woman in the painting came upto Den's chin, while Stella did not even reach his shoulders. Stella next looked at the woman's dress, and like Den, her doppelganger seemed to wear something out of the 1900's. She had on a long evening dress with long sleeves and a lot of frills and bows, something Stella could never imagine herself wearing. The hair, though the same bushy black, were shorter than Stella ever remembered herself having.
Upon seeing all this, Stella, with a relief, came to the conclusion that the woman in the paintings was not her.
Upon examining the others, Stella became sure that the paintings were of a different person. They were a little too different to be doppelgangers too, though it may seem like that at a glance.
The woman in the paintings had a straighter nose bridge and pouty lips, while Stella's nose bridge was rather curved and her lips thin. The hair too, came up only to fall at the shoulders, and Stella looked at her own hair, trying to remember the last time she had worn them this short. But the eyes, the woman had the same amber eyes like Stella. It almost looked like someone had taken out Stella's eyes and placed them on the woman's face. It was the eyes and the face shape that were exactly the same and gave the feeling that the two were the same people upon a glance.