“Mirror, mirror on the wall”

“Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all?”

“Please wait…” said the mirror.

“Error. Data connection unavailable. Please try again later.”

“Oh bugger!” Exclaimed the Queen as she threw the last of the Pinot Grigio across the boudoir. “This ‘magic’ just isn’t fun anymore.” As she walked out of the room she stumbled into her atrociously high heeled shoes, picked up her phone and swiped-right on the seven Tinder profiles in range. “This will have to do for now.”