Can We Take That Thing Down?

“Who is this?”

“I’m the princess, though.”

“I don’t remember ever looking this beautiful.”

On the top floor of the dazzling royal palace, a large framed painting had been hung on the wall of a room used exclusively by one person. It was a beautifully painted portrait of a white-haired, blue-eyed woman.

“Do I really look like this?”

“Unfortunately, this painting doesn’t seem to fully capture the princess’s beauty.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes.”

At Eve’s question, Ophelia nodded. Since the painting was hung high on the wall, it was positioned where the two women had to raise their chins slightly to look at it, so they stared blankly at the picture in the frame.

“At this point, wouldn’t anyone fall for me?”...