Henry watched his wife stand before the magic mirror he purchased at the antique shop. The shopkeeper assured him she would love it.
Glowing, Samantha admired her youthful reflection minus every wrinkle and twenty pounds. Platinum blond replaced thinning white hairs. Her leathery skin worn by time, appeared soft and radiant.
“If only I still looked this way.” Samantha passed her withered hand across her aged face, “I was flawless.”
“Look at my reflection. See how beautiful I was twenty years ago.”
“I don’t need the mirror,” Henry replied. “I can see how beautiful you are from here.”