But the focal point was the window. The entire eastern wall was a single pane, overlooking the canyon of downtown. And the rain had just stopped. Below, thousands of wet rooftops and streets caught the last cyan light of dusk and the first gold of streetlamps. The city glimmered —a fractured constellation of light on black asphalt.
It sold for an undisclosed sum to a private collector. But she knows, every time she looks at it, that Glimmer is watching from the other side of the frame. Waiting for her to step through again. TushyRaw - Diamond Banks - Glimmer
Diamond didn’t flinch. “Then tell me what to shoot.” But the focal point was the window
She did not touch the mirror.