The mirror shimmered faintly with the light spilling in from the balcony windows. Cherry's hand rested on Amara's shoulder as though she were a sculptor admiring her masterpiece.
"Come here," Cherry whispered, her tone smooth, dangerous, yet almost tender. "Look."
Amara's eyes widened. Her breath caught as the reflection showed not the plain brown hair she had lived with all her life, but a cascade of deep, glimmering red. The color was vibrant, alive, catching in the sunlight like fire.
"It's… me?" she murmured, almost reaching to touch the glass instead of her own hair.
"All of you," Cherry replied, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Every strand. Even the ones hidden away where no eyes but your lover's might find them. You are red, Amara, through and through."
Amara's cheeks flushed, but curiosity won over embarrassment. "Even… there?"
