Laura's moved to the side so Miss Lancaster could see her face in the dark reflection. The shadows cast over Laura's face gave the corners of her eyes a cruelty. Her chin looked sharp, and her eyes, her bright blue eyes, looked yellow in the candlelight.
"You've lost Lucy," whispered Laura, "but that's who I see."
The image in the mirror softened, brightened, almost shimmering. There, standing strong, her back arched and straight, was Lucy Lancaster. Her skin was rich and radiant, the beautiful deep color was back in it. She looked firm and supple. She looked fierce and bold. She looked twenty years younger but with the eyes of someone who knows her power, who isn't trying to prove herself anymore.
