Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
Victoire, the mirror whispers as the red-haired veela falls down to the floor
(Poison apples won't fix it this time)
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Can I surpass her?
The red head girl almost starts to hope
No
Hope breeds eternal misery the saying goes
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She breaks the imaginary magic mirror with a plastic slipper
(Dominique, you're just not good enough)
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Tears fall down her face like pearls on her grandmother's necklace
(Princesses don't cry; it's a good thing you're not one)
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But love, you're almost a princess
The cottage by the sea
The well to do family
You've even got the castle
(Who cares if you share it with a thousand other people)
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You dry off your face and put on a smile
Don't let them see, you've got an image to uphold
(Maybe you're Victoire's sister after all)
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You go out onto the world, stay away from food, and hope that one day it might actually mean something