I advise you to soften the blow. Give her time to get used to you. Remember that whatever she had done, she's your mother. In her glamorous black outfit with a sweeping black hat, Charlotte strides in like a woman of the world. Her tyranically-hostile, disdainful mother, seated imperialistically at the far side of the room, surveys her crossing.
Tension grips the air.
Step over there where I can see you. Walk up and down. It's worse than Lisa led me to suppose. If you'd like me to go, Mother. I have things to say to you.