Camila

“Lo lamento, la señorita. Tu padre is in a meeting and requested that you remain in your room.”

Standing in my doorframe, I stared at Miguel, my arms crossed over my chest. My wet long hair lay in a braid over my shoulder. After my discussion with Dante and Catalina, I made the mature decision to sulk in my room. That moping lasted beyond dinner.

While I wanted to cry, I was mostly angry.

This situation was exactly where I never wanted to be. ...