Justin’s mother, Bianca Valdez was plump and wore make-up even at home, perhaps to compete with all the gold leaf furniture and gold-lipped jars that filled the house. All the restraint of the house’s façade clashed with the garish display inside. Bianca had been a standout beauty in her younger days. One wall of the house displayed pictures of her teenaged self in minor fashion shows. But she never made it to the big-time. When Justin was making millions, he financed his mother’s second try at celebrity by sponsoring a string of fashion shows for plus-size women where Bianca starred. But the collections never gained traction.
“No, no, that can’t be true. Not my Justin.” Bianca wrung her plump hands.
“Ms. Valdez, he was positively identified by his personal assistant, Ricky.” Tuason said
