MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel, dressed sharply in a black suit with a black shirt beneath, was fastening his wristwatch when he heard a knock on the door.
KNOCK!
Without looking up, he called, “Come on in, Liz,” already knowing it was his sister, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth entered, taking a moment to look him over. Miguel smirked, “You might as well take a picture.”
"I think I will," Elizabeth said. Grinning, Elizabeth raised her phone and snapped a photo. “You look really handsome," she said.
Miguel laughed, brushing off the compliment. “I know. Runs in the family, doesn’t it?” he said.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, then sat down on his bed. “So, you’re really going to that event tonight?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer to the question.
"Yes, of course. And I hope we
