The heavy wooden door of the master bedroom clicked shut.
Roxy stood inside the giant, beautiful room all by herself. Outside in the living room, her six new husbands were probably tiptoeing around, trying not to make a single sound. They thought she was going to climb into the huge, soft bed, pull the thick white covers up to her chin, and sleep for a whole week. They thought she was still the sad, sick, fragile woman who had been wearing a scratchy hospital gown just a few weeks ago.
Roxy walked over to the giant mirror standing in the corner of the room.
She looked at her reflection. She saw her dark hair, her bright green eyes, and the smooth skin on her face. The terrible, gray sickness from the dark basement was completely gone. The awful fever that had burned her for three days was gone, too.
But the biggest change wasn't on the outside. It was on the inside.
