Lottie stood in front of the mirror, and smiled knowingly at her reflection. She was 37, but looked as if she wasn't a day over 29. At this rate, by the time she hit sixty, she would still appear to be a fresh-faced 45. "Forty five?" She shuddered, hands fluttering to her face as if to sooth the wrinkles that would one day arrive. The mirror would have to go.