"It's finished, it turns out that you are very beautiful even without any makeup," said Seira with a smile on her lips, she looked at Claire's face in the mirror.
"Thank you, Mom," Claire replied then took the middle-aged woman's hand that was on her shoulder.
Seira who was still watching Claire's face suddenly remembered something. "Honey, can I ask you a question?"
"What is it? Tell me, Mom."
"What's your mother's name, honey?" Seira asked pretending not to know.
"My mother? Uncle Aaron once told me, my mother's name is Jennie, Jennie Smith. Why do you ask like that, Mom?" asked Claire.
"I have a friend named Jennie, honey. Her face is very similar to yours," Mrs. Seira replied.
"Is that true?" said Claire enthusiastically.
"That's right dear. May I see your mother's face?" said Mrs. Seira.
For a moment Claire fell silent, her head lowered.
