Aoife's jaw dropped open for a moment as her mother stepped out into the foyer. She was even more beautiful than Aoife remembered. She looked exactly the same, which triggered quite of lot of memories and emotions in Aoife.
"Hi-" she said, stumbling over her words as she shook her mother's hand. "Hi, I'm...Aoife. Aoife Gallgher?" she said so pointedly, and hoped Aphrodite would recognise the name. Then they could go somewhere more private and really talk.
She had missed her mother so much that she had to fight not to cry. She was actually shaking her mother's hand again. Finally.