The other side seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Celeste Grant frowned slightly.
"Say something. Why aren't you talking?"
Another line of text appeared in the mirror in her hand.
"Who are you? Why do you have my Mysterious Ancient Mirror."
She looked down at the Ancient Mirror in her hand, her eyes boring into the words so intensely it was as if she could burn a hole through them. She then said aloud, "Isn't it obvious? You gave this to me. You said this mirror is called the Mysterious Ancient Mirror. Don't tell me you've forgotten you're the one who put it by my pillow today. This is the first time I've ever held this Ancient Mirror, and I saw you as soon as I picked it up."
The Ancient Mirror remained silent, offering no response. She glanced at it. "What's wrong with you?"
"What is a 'wife'?"
Celeste Grant said, "'Wife' means... well, it means I'm your wife, and you're my husband."
