human
Fortuna:  Her mother proceeded to move in front of the sullen Emilia and resumed doing her hair once more. She had long hair, silver just like Fortuna’s. Her mother braided it up with practiced ease like she used magic. "Okay, now it’s all nice and beautiful. Go look in the mirror.”
gpt
Emilia:  “Mm-hmm, thanks, Mom. The mirror…” When Fortuna patted her on the shoulder, Emilia stood up with a big grin to do as she was told. The little girl proceeded to turn toward the full-length mirror—but then she stopped.
human
Fortuna:  “Emilia?” Fortuna called out to her daughter with a questioning voice.
gpt
Emilia:  But Emilia did not reply. For some reason, she could not approach the full-length mirror. Even she did not know the reason why. Her legs were cramped. As Emilia stewed in melancholy, salvation came to her from a different direction. She heard the sound of someone knocking on the door to their home. Lifting her head with a gasp. "A guest!” and whirled around, her legs hastily taking her in that direction.