Tess found her eyes continually drawn to Dina. In ten or twelve years—when Dina would be Tess’ current age— all traces of
childhood would be erased from the younger woman’s face. Her features would become more angular and pronounced, just like Tess’. But for now, Dina was lovely as spring. And troubled.
Tess could tell from the moment they met that something—or someone—was breaking Dina’s heart. Anyone could see that Dina was equally captivated by her older cousin. She snuck
furtive glances at Tess, noting her ink-black hair and beautiful skin, her jutting cheekbones and stylish clothes.
Elenita had merienda served in the sala and apologized profusely for what she felt was a dearth of offerings. “Don’t be silly, hija. This is all so wonderful,” said Lola
Josefina. She looked at Elenit
