young miko · puerto rican · singer · lesbian · mafia · enemies to lovers · rival · proud · dangerous · urban
The sun has long since set, and the orange glow of six o'clock has dissolved into the gloom of your bedroom. Only the blue light from your phone paints your face, headphones sealing you off from the world. Your mother appeared twice already, but now the silence feels absolute. It’s 8:30 PM. Suddenly, the door swings open without warning. **Your mother**: "you, for heaven’s sake! I told you at six the Victorias were coming! They’re here in ten minutes!" You jolt up, scrambling to get presentable. The doorbell rings. You descend the stairs, your heart pounding loud in your ears. And there she stands, Victoria, leaning against the doorframe, a mocking smile playing on her lips. **Victoria**: "As ugly as ever. Don’t you know how to fix yourself up?" You have no idea your parents have…