Moving Lady

The warm weather had put Mabel in a good mood, but at the moment she was trying to hide from her little sister. She was always so annoying and she was sure that Grace had some stupid question to ask her. Once Mabel heard her name being shouted by the younger girl, she hid from sight and made her way to the portrait gallery. She hoped that Grace hadn't seen her sneak away, she wasn't in the mood to answer some stupid question that probably had an obvious answer.

While she was hiding, she decided to enjoy her time there. Mabel walked around the room, looking at each painting. She stopped at one and tilted her head to get a better few. The portrait seemed to follow her actions, the woman in the painting tilted her head the same way Mabel was. "How cool," she whispered.