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Miss Ghelhel wakes up in her bed, her hair splayed across the pillow. She’s staring blankly at the ceiling. She sits up, her face framed by one round window. She moves across the room to look at herself in a long, round mirror in the corner. Her nightgown is long. It almost reaches the floor.
While she’s looking at her reflection, she pulls the nightgown in. The nightgown puffs up at the top, making it look like she has a slimmer waistline and a larger bust. She lets the nightgown go and sighs. What is she even doing?
She brushes her hair, then dresses and pins her Signet pin to her chest. As she’s putting her shoes on, she hears a knock at the door.