CATALINA
Once again, I was seated in front of the vanity table, with the three stylists that usually showed up to turn me into a goddess.
As they moved their fingers with utmost precision, I couldn't help but wonder what the night was going to look like, with just the Montoya Matriarch and patriarch and maybe a few family members, but not too familiar faces.
“A lot, maybe.” I mumbled and took a deep breath.
“Are you okay, ma'am?” One of the artists asked, and I nodded, observing how intentional she was with what she did.
I was meeting the Montoyas again… after all my encounters with them, I've learnt that if you're not in their circle, you can never belong, no matter how much effort you put in.
And their name, it no longer felt like just a family name to me anymore, it was more than
