A double mirror brought from the City. In front of it a girl, two forms. One stubby and curvy like a Renaissance figure, tall and elegant like a mannequin the other. One real, the other maybe a shadow, a lie, a ghost that dissolves in the light.

A grandmother from Constantinople, a symbol of love and devotion. Her embrace holds all the sorrows of the world and soothes them.

A granddaughter who no longer wants to resemble her, because even her mother is ashamed of her.

A contemporary coming-of-age novel in an era where families and individuals are literally tested to the limits of their physical and moral endurance.

"I had no desire to read, my mind was constantly on Gregory. I was trying to forget the terror I felt at the thought that he could have been in front of me when the dress ripped. This old dress is to blame and my mother's insistence on buying it, I thought. She hates me! Instead of bringing me sorrow, the thought brought me anger. She hates me because I'm not her "Phae" to dress up like various "Giselles" and now boast now that we've made it, now that my father owns the whole company. The elegant wife and the overweight daughter. It didn't fit in the glass house that had become a "company". It didn't fit in the new house in Kastela, in our new "family" friendships. Gregory! Only he could understand me."