Chapter 6Alejandra
Alejandra applied the last layer of mascara and looked at herself in the mirror. She was looking darn hot. Red lips, dark makeup over porcelain skin, and of course, black eyeliner encasing her beautiful brown eyes. Her crazy curly hair was straight for the night, and she had combed it to one side.
Today, it was four months since she'd arrived in New York; four months since she'd last danced, and a month since she officially became illegal in the country. She desperately needed a reminder of who she really was. Not only had her name changed, working with the cleaning crew was crawling slowly under her skin, and she was starting to lose her identity in the daily maelstrom.
The first day with Greg and Sam, Alejandra had called her parents but didn't tell them the whole t
