Emily had gotten an early start, and a lot had already happened. But she still needed to meet with Chris to plan her dates, and she didn't want the day to get away from her. She returned to her bedroom suite to freshen up. She brushed her hair, touched up her lipstick, and stopped to get a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that was in the corner of the room.
The mirror frame was beautifully milled and finished cherry wood in a full length oval shape. It tilted on a cherry wood stand to which it was connected by antique brass hardware. Emily was so caught up in the splendour of the piece that for a minute she didn't notice the reflection. "Why, that is not I," Emily said, reading from a cue card prepared by Mary Anne, a newly hired member of the production staff who was a noted linguist.
"Hey! That's not me," Emily heard Russell Crow squawk in her ear.
What Emily saw was the image of Ferry Godmother smiling back at her. Now Ferry Godmother was a handsome woman, but no way was she a platunum blonde babe.
"Oh, bless your heart, Ferry Godmother. What are you doing in my mirror?" Emily asked.
"Well," said Ferry Godmother. This mirror is just on loan to you from your fans. They wanted to make sure you were shown everything that was important while you were here."
"Shut up!" Emily laughed. "Well, maybe I'm not that important, but don't I, like, um, need to know how I look? Don't I need to make sure these guys will think I'm beautiful?"
"Don't worry, dear; you'll always look just fine," replied Ferry Godmother. "But this mirror also has a special feature designed especially for people who come on the show. It's called the 'see myself' mirror. Whenever you start thinking you can see yourself doing something with one of these men, why, just come on up here and look into the mirror to be sure. Seeing yourself all by by yourself can make things more complicated than you might be able to handle. Yes, indeed, a reflection is always a good thing." With that, Ferry Godmother faded from view, and Emily saw that she herself looked quite fetching.
Nodding her pretty little head in approval, determination and anticipation, she skipped down the stairs to head off for her meeting. Since she hadn't had a full breakfast, and it wasn't quite time for lunch, she grabbed another handful of the white raisins on her way out the door.
Chris had a cabin not too far down a little stone pathway off to the side of Emily's house. Chris was sitting on the front porch, and the brightly colored birds were perched everywhere. The porch was lined with roses bushes in attractive terra cotta containers.
"Emily! I'm so glad you could make it!" said Chris cheerfully. "Are you ready to get started? We have lots to do. First off, why don't you tell me the first guy you'd like a one-on-one date with?"
Emily smiled at Chris in greeting. Then her face turned serious as if she were in deep thought. "Well," she said, "I need more time to get to know most of these guys before I feel ready to spend time alone with them, but there is one that kind of sticks in my memory. You know, the last one . . . the guy who showed up in that fancy car?"
Chris looked around for the cue cards; none were there. Both of them were going to have to wing this one. Finally, Emily piped up, "Bentley! That's what I called him. Bentley!"
"Bentley?" Chris re[eated. "You mean the Lupine Ovine?"
Mary Ann, breathless, rushed onto the porch waving a cue card. "Um, like, yes, that is he," stumbled Emily.
"Yup. That's him," echoed Russell Crow.
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