A young woman stared into her own reflection, the lights framing the mirror catching in her eyes without truly registering there. Her gaze was unfocused, turned inward, seeing something the mirror could not show her.
She had hazel eyes, a warm blend of brown and green that was rare enough to draw a second glance, set against olive skin and framed by cloudy chestnut hair that fell loose around her shoulders.
She was in her early twenties, though the quiet steadiness behind those unfocused eyes suggested someone who had spent those years paying close attention to the world.
A pendant of minimal design hung at her throat, a small red gem its only ornament. Her dress drew from two places at once, her African heritage and something more contemporary, a blend of deep red, orange, and purple, the arms loose and flowing, the rest of the long dress fitted to her frame.
"Grace." A pause. "Grace."
