[Margo's heart nearly stops when the girl comes to the front. She remembers vividly the last time she saw her. The tearful goodbyes as she put her daughter into the hands of a trusted ally and watched as she was spirited away to Paris.
Now, centuries later, here she is. If it hadn't been for that 'Mama', Margo might have doubted that she was really there.]
Seraphine? Is it really you?
[She sets the coffee cup on a counter and takes a step toward her.]
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Now, centuries later, here she is. If it hadn't been for that 'Mama', Margo might have doubted that she was really there.]
Seraphine? Is it really you?
[She sets the coffee cup on a counter and takes a step toward her.]