Madam White seemed a bit bewildered, trembling as she leaned in closer and gently touched Amelia's hair with her thin, bony fingers. Her already tear-filled, cloudy old eyes quivered as she gripped Amelia's hand, "She indeed resembles... her eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as my Olivia... as if they were carved by the same mold..."
Amelia looked at the old woman before her, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears. Just as she was about to say something, Snow White's sharp scream interrupted her —
"No! This can't be true! It's impossible!"
"How can I be a fake? You're all lying! Why would you fabricate such a lie to deceive me?"
Crying and screaming, Snow White continued, "I know... You must be spreading such an absurd story to ingratiate Amelia with Daniel Cooper... How can you do this to me... to my deceased mother?"
