Silence overtook the room as her hand lowered from her ginger locks- her reflection in the mirror before her peering in turn, meeting Nenica’s olive eyes as she looked up. Her usual rich-colored attire had been swiftly replaced with a ebony-black gown, having taken up such dressings shortly after being relayed the news of Vaeri’s passing. Yes, she’d come to hate Vaeri over the years, their fervent bickering only furthering such- but in the moment she’d come to long for the embrace of her “auntie”, her mother: Mariana Dubois. She’d recall all the times she’d hide behind the woman’s skirt from Lavinia’s tease, the times she’d sit in wonder at the dinner-table or parties at the sight of her wine-ridden auntie, or perhaps even the fuzzy memory of her being plucked from the orphanage by Mariana. She’d think of her disownment, her mother-less wedding, and now her children’s lives, who were no longer able to recognize this deceased woman as ‘grand-mama’. Her reflection would sadden at the recollection of these old events and realizations, maybe even some tears upon her cheek that she would never admit to. And thus she’d adorn skirts of ink, her ashen facade covered by a simple raven-hued lace- not for the passing of Vaeri, but for the final passing of her mother: Mariana Dubois.