A Dramatic Paternity Test

My 'father', are you? Such grand lineage claimed with such casual spelling! Drawn toward the television console, I found an ornate silver hand mirror lying flat beside an upright brass candlestick. Propping the mirror's handle against a wooden remote-control tray, I tilted its reflective face toward the flickering candle flame. Peering into the silver glass, I placed one plush hand over my chest and struck an exaggerated, tragic pose. In the warped, amber-lit reflection, my stitched silhouette danced like an ancient, dramatic specter. If you truly claim to be the author of my grand existence, you must admit my stage presence far exceeds any humble pedigree!