Ramirez Gonzales.
"Pregnant?"
"That can't be."
"Pregnant."
Word bounces around the room. My mom and the rest of the family exchange uneasy glances, judgment clear in their darting eyes and stiff postures.
“I want to see her,” my mom finally says, stepping forward. Her voice is calm, but the way her hands are folded tight against her chest screams otherwise.
“How dare she get pregnant!?” Victoria says. “She must have done it to tie Ramirez down because of how rich he is!”
“Victoria—” Carlos, her husband tries to calm her.
I whip my head around, glaring at her.
Her eyes finally meet mine from across the room and she back off. I didn’t give anyone the right to talk s**t about Ariel.
“I want to see Ariel.” my mom repeats.
“That’s not possible.” I answer, locking my arms across m
