Annette taking advantage of information she gleamed from reading her late mother’s diary entries and notes about stolen glances.
We love problematic women. I love Annette being perceived as a lamb, but that sick little creature bares her fangs the second she senses something she can exploit.
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Blackmailing your mother’s estranged fling is much easier when you’re wearing the face of the woman she lost a lifetime ago.
Weaponizing the religious guilt she knows Dolores is carrying to gain private tutelage and control.
Meanwhile years upon years of teachings tell Dolores to stifle her feelings and forget the woman who stole her heart. Twenty-three years after the fact, in strolls this little monster, wearing the face of her lost love, seemingly all-knowing and reciprocating a perversion of the feelings she strangled and hid. Could they have changed and rotted in death? Was this love always as twisted as she can see it now that it is laid bare before her? Wouldn’t she be exactly the monster she believes herself to be if she gives in? Maybe this is all a projection of the sickness she carries manifest…
