It wasn't a twitch so much as a scowl, as she was tugged to her feet, jaw clenching, but (for now) she didn't try to get out of his grip. Not that she hadn't expected this sort of reception. She couldn't walk into a room with one of her exs without someone trying to kill the other. Maybe she had a type. Or maybe she really did manage to perfect the art of ruining other people's lives.
She looked pointedly away from the mirror, not wanting to catch her reflection. "Girl can't show a little concern for her fiance?" Mm, maybe too far. She was definitely going through that mirror, wasn't she?