Forty-Five

Sally's POV

“Open the mirror,” my grandmother said to the maids.

When the bed sheet over the mirror was pulled down, my grandmother turned me around to face the mirror. I have to say that I had no idea who was standing in front of me. Did the helper remove the cloth from the mirror? This girl in the reflection looks nothing like me. This girl looks beautiful, so there's no way it's me.

"It's you, Sally," Grandma reassured me while holding my hand.

I turned back to the mirror and saw how we moved at the same time, at the same speed, and in the same posture. This girl in front of me is me, but how? My long red hair was pulled back into this messy bun with two tassels on each side of my face. And my face, what kind of makeup did I have on?

"That, my little cousin, is the power of makeup," Arnav smirked. "Wonderful, isn't it?"

I silently sighed. "Please, don't ruin this moment."

When one of the maids gave Grandma the camera, I groaned. "Photo time." The woman exclaimed after glaring at me