Broken in the mirror
The line went dead before I could even ask why. My grip loosened, and the phone slipped from my fingers, landing with a dull thud on the plush carpet.
I stared blankly at my reflection in the large, ornate mirror. The woman looking back at me wore a white dress, but she looked broken.
Tears welled up in my eyes, ruining the makeup that had been applied with such care only an hour before.