For that instant the girl in question thought she had been daydreaming on stage. When she turned to look however, her mother stood at the podium and her birth mother stood on stage holding a similar silk gown to what the others were wearing. Lady Dyne had the same strangely flat hat with the tassel on it. Her two mothers took a moment to put them on the bewildered heir.
Numbly Tiffaney wanted to ask but her birth mother Lady Southpoint handed her the degree that had been upside down. For a moment she could see the gentle loops of her full name before she remembered she was to tuck it under her arm and shook her birth mother's hand.
"The last chair on the end was for you." Her mother looked at with their shared speckled eyes before heir Dyne mechanically turned and sat down in the last chair of the row.
