She stares at the woman in the mirror. The woman's clothed in cheap cotton, a dress at the height of fashion, teetering in 7-inch heels, and bracelets dangles from her wrists. (In Narnia, she owned the finest silk dresses, the envy of all the nations.)
Her makeup's applied skillfully, but if you stare long enough, the faint outline of her eye bags show beneath her concealer. She reaches to adjust her hair, a faux gold pin securing her complex updo. (In Narnia, her hair was dotted with millions of diamonds.)
The woman in the mirror is not her. (In Narnia...)