Fallon
The second I answered my mom’s video call, her face filled my screen — already mid-sentence and in full dramatic flow.
“—and I told your aunt not to dye her hair that shade of red, but does she listen to me? No. Now she looks like she’s auditioning for a telenovela villain role.”
I burst out laughing, sinking deeper into the couch. “Hi, mom. Nice to see you too.”
She waved a hand, completely unbothered. “Ay, I see you all the time. You’re all over the internet.”
I groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“Oh, I will.” She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the screen. “That kiss at the gala? Dios mío, I thought I was going to faint.”
Of course she brought that up.
“Mom—”
“Everyone’s talking about it!” she continued, completely ignoring my attempts to derail the conversation. “Your
