Leonie craned her neck to catch sight of herself in the mirror, and caught her breath, her lips parting in an audible gasp. She didn't recognise the slender girl in the floating white dress; it was a stranger standing there. Oh, she knew the silvery fair hair which she often wished less fine, the oval face it framed, the skin she always felt was too pale, the widely spaced dark blue eyes. Her familiar features looked back at her, sure enough; and yet there was a disorientating sense of unfamiliarity. Could a dress make that much difference?
