The usual aroma of lilac and roses was lingering in her nostrils, and the rays of sunshine were escaping a little from the hem of the curtains. Reina is trying to wake herself as she tries to turn her hair sideways, lots of her hair is blurring her vision. She is yawning while taking the morning star out of her eyes. The time is exactly nine-thirty in the morning. She heard the ringtone on her phone but she decided to ignore it for a moment to have a shower. It’s Saturday and her classes will resume on Tuesday. Today is Halloween and she’s not interested in celebrating it. She doesn’t have an emotional connection to the original Reina’s deceased mother, but she will try to go to her resting place; a tradition of Don Mauro and the original Reina for two decades.
After a ten-minute shower,
