Emily of Emerald Hill.

This would make my mother proud. It happens that I am to play her role, while living out her dream, my dream. I like to think that if she could see it, she would realize that I do actually understand who she is more than she ever tried to believe I could. It would be another stepping stone towards getting rid of several unsettled frustrations. At least, that's what a longing daughter likes to think.

So yeah, this is for you mum... Unlike all the other times before, I'm now lifting more than a finger to help myself.
I'll do it in style, elegance, and with the firm poise of a matriarch, asa cum numai de la tine am invatat.

Old-fashioned Nonyas, you'd say? I think I'll go for emerald femmes fatales instead. Just for the jokes. And for the make-up.