She blows out the candle. The last thing seen is the glint of her smile—sharp as a shard of mirror glass. Would you like this expanded into a full short story, a poem, or a scene script?
And you will drink it. Because the only thing worse than a wicked stepmother... is a clever one who knows exactly where you sleep.” Mistress Marisa Wicked Stepmom-
You made a villain of me, children. Now watch how perfectly I wear the mask. She blows out the candle