Caught in a reverie of years past. In that familiar home of her childhood, thoughts inevitably flood to the matriarch of the family.
That defining string of pearls.
She had the right kind of confidence and ease. Back then her child’s eyes would observe the regal guests who attended all those dinner parties. Hosted with such elegance and grace.
A series of scenes still permeate her memory. Veined marble floors. Interiors of deep reds, golds, and forest greens. Coming to, she is emboldened by her heritage. This will sustain her.
Embracing these memories to become the heroine of her own era.