Wretched Mirrors
Summary: the night before Nina and Tommyās marriage, Maria Ferrante talks to her daughter.
Word count: 700(ish)
A/N: happy Motherās Day to mama Ferrante. This is based on a deleted scene from Act Oneās epilogue. Itās just a quick little thing.
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The air was different, that night. As if the world somehow knew that as soon as the sun came up, nothing would ever be the same.
Ninaās grip tightened around the cup of tea in her hands, welcoming the stinging heat in her palms. In a desperate attempt to quell the agitation raging inside of her, she focused on the rhythmic thud of her motherās knife against the chopping board. She was facing away from her, busying herself with the food she was packing for her and Tommyās upcoming departure.
There were only a few hours left until dawn.
At sunrise, she would be married. Shortly after, she would be on a boat that would take her away from her home.
As she sat in the low lamplight, all the things she had always taken for granted felt somewhat new. The late summer breeze drifting from the open window, gently stirring the lace curtains. The scent of citrus and jessamine coming from the garden. The dent in the kitchen cabinet her brothers made when they came to blows over something none of them could remember anymore.
āYouāve always been like this,ā her mother broke the silence, turning to place some sandwiches in a bag. āYou donāt think things through. You throw yourself in them without caring about the consequences.ā
āI know the consequences-ā
āNo you donāt,ā she said sharply, fixing her piercing gaze on her. āIām not talking about honour, or scandal, or whatever your recklessness will bring down upon our name.ā She paused, leaning with her hips against the wooden table as she pondered her words. āMarriage is forever. Itās not like the stuff you start and abandon the second you get bored.ā
Nina suffered the blow, stirring the teaspoon in her cup. If part of her was upset that her mother thought her naive enough not to know what she was signing up for, the other part was well aware that what she was about to do was leap into the void. āYouāve been all over me about marriage for months. What changed?ā she asked, feigning indifference.
Her motherās expression turned stern. āYouāre not a fool, Nina, so donāt act like you donāt understand what Iām saying. This is different, you know it.ā
A tense silence filled the room. Nina shifted in her chair, keeping her eyes low. āThis isnāt a whim,ā she murmured. āI donāt expect you to understand. But I need you to trust me. I⦠I love him.ā
When she raised her head, her motherās gaze had softened. āWhat do you know about love?ā an almost playful smirk tugged at her lips.
āI know how I feel about him,ā Nina frowned, unable to help the defensive inflection in her voice.
āYouāre in love with him. Thatās not the same thing as loving. Only when youāve seen every side of him, only when youāve fought and surrendered and forgiven, only when youāve seen him at his worst, only then can you say you love him.ā Her mother looked right into her eyes, as if silently begging her to understand. āLove is a choice you make every day, even when you have every reason to walk away. And Iām not sure youāre ready to make that choice.ā
Nina looked away, clenching her jaw. It was hard to pretend those words hadnāt had an effect on her. Especially since her mother seemed to be reading right into her soul, unraveling her in a way that made her feel like a stranger to herself.
Her silence caused a bitter smile to appear on her motherās face. āBut I guess itās too late for this. Thereās no going back now.ā She pushed herself away from the table, going back to her sandwiches. āItās partly my fault, anyway. I saw the way the two of you looked at each other, I just pretended not to. I didnāt think youād actually go and ruin us all.ā
There it was. The resentment. Crawling out of all that unusual motherly love like a beast kept at bay for too long.
Her mother didnāt wait for an answer, nor did she leave space for any. She just turned her back on her again, a silent warning that the conversation was over.
Once again, the wall between mother and daughter stood tall.














