The Spanish Love Deception

I opened my mouth to confirm that, but she didn’t give me the chance.

“Perfect,” she cut in. “That is such a beautiful dress, Lina. It’s classy and flirty.”

Flirty? What was that supposed to mean?

“Your boobs will be entering the banquet before you.”

Oh … oh. So, that was what she meant.

“But the color does really flatter your skin, body shape, and face. Not like the frog dress.”

“Thanks,” I muttered. “I don’t think I’ll ever wear green again.”

comment. “So, what’s this boyfriend of yours going to wear? Are you going to match? Papá got a tie

my mouth. “Mamá, you know that Isa hates that.

I even had to fight her over not adding that instruction on the invites. It’d cost me a lot of energy and patience to convince her

already bought that

her to be stubborn. I certainly was, my sister probably even more, but our mother? The woman had created

she’ll have to,” I admitted under

I scribbled on my to-do list to

it does not work outside Spain. But it should, shouldn’t it? You are my daughter, and you

scan of the contents of the description told me

sure, the internet is for that? Or yeah, sure, you’ll

on my seat, reading through the information

“Lina?”

we even talking about? “Yes,

you’ll have to check the voucher yourself; you know I am