Delilah's POV
I sit on my bed and stare at the woman. I can see her with my eyes, standing before my dressing table. And yet, I don't see her reflection in the mirror. Usually they show it the other way in movies or series. You cannot see a dead person's soul with the naked eye, but only in mirrors.
"So now, you are really going to sit over there because I have so much to talk about" I say.
And I am surprised to see that she obeyed me without hesitation. I asked her to sit and she did. That makes me feel powerful. A little.
"Why do you hate my mother so much?" I ask her and she looks at the bracelet over my wrist.
I hold that for a while and contemplate if I should take it or not. It is a good thing that the walls are soundproof but Gigi might barge in at any time.
I quickly lo
