A flash of something, guilt? Irritation? Crosses Marianne's perfect features before disappearing behind her practiced mask. "Yes, well. The Luna has always been eager to... insert herself where she doesn't belong."
Dorothy's hands clench at her sides, Palette growling softly within her. "She's being kind."
"She's being political," Marianne stated.
“And since when have you been interested in anything to do with me? What was it you called me before you left father, ‘Your disappointment’? What really brings you here, mother?”
The words hung in the air like shattered glass, sharp and dangerous.
Marianne's composure flickered, just for a moment, before the mask slid back into place. "I see your time alone has made you bold."
"My time alone has made me honest." Dorothy stood her ground, Pa
