jeans.
He’s gonna kiss me. Yes! Just wait until I tell Starr and Dionne. Marisol wished she had time to do a breath check. As he lowered his head toward her, she closed her eyes and raised her chin the way she saw the women do on Days of Our Lives.
“Corey!”
He jumped back from her and bumped his head on the cabinet.
And that irked Marisol big-time, but she held her fiery temper in check. He rubbed the back of his head as he strode toward the bellowing voice in the living room. She stomped her foot in frustration.
“Something wrong, Marisol?” her mother asked in Spanish from behind her suddenly.
Marisol turned and smiled at how beautiful her madre looked in a burnt-orange jumpsuit with chunky turquoise accessories. Picture-perfect and ready for her close-up. Like mother, like daughter.
People said Yasmine Rivera resembled a taller, fuller version of the Latina beauty Eva Longoria. Marisol had once overheard her mother joke with her friendsthat she was more of a desperate housewife than Eva’s television character.
Marisol just shook her head with a small smile.
“All these people in our home. I am so happy this is the last day,” Yasmine said as she retrieved some bottled water from the stainless-steel Viking fridge.
“Not me, Mami, we’re going to be on television,” Marisol said excitedly. And I’m going to have a boyfriend!
Yasmine watched her daughter as she took a sip from the bottled water. “You are growing up so fast, Marisol,” she said in Spanish, as she screwed the cap back on the bottle. “I remember when you were just a baby in my arms.”
Marisol leaned against the massive granite-topped island in the center of the kitchen. “ That was a long time ago,” she stressed, desperately wanting to be seen as a young woman and not a little girl.
Yasmine moved around the island and playfully bumped her hip against her daughter’s. “Protect your heart and your innocence. Don’t be in a rush to give them away,” she advised. “Life is always filled with regrets.”
Marisol looked up at her mom and the sadness in her beautiful brown eyes was clear. Seriously.
At that moment, Marisol’s dad strolled into the kitchen with his camera crew right on his heels.
“Yasmine, they’re ready for us to tour the house,” Alexandro said as he walked up to her and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Yasmine’s smile was in place as soon as the lights and the camera shone in her eyes but Marisol didn’t miss the way her mom moved away from her father by walking back to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She hadn’t even finished drinking the one already sitting on the island.
Marisol looked around at the crew and noticed Corey was absent. Maybe we can find a quiet spot for that kiss, she thought as she eased past the camera crew out of the kitchen. She dug her peach-flavored lip gloss out of her pocket and glazed her mouth really well as she searched for her new boyfriend. Yes!
She found him in the foyer and smiled as she walked up behind him quietly.
“I miss you, too, baby girl. But my dad wants me to work with him.”
Marisol stopped. Her eyes widened a bit right along with her mouth as her heart hammered like crazy.
“Ask your mom if I can take you to the movies tonight,” Corey said.
Oh…heck…no! This clown already has a girl!
Marisol leaned against the wall, crossed her arms over her chest and waited patiently.
“A’ight, I’ll see you later.”
Corey turned and his eyes got big—saucer big—as he faced Marisol.
Suddenly Corey, “the Cheater,” wasn’t looking so yummy anymore.
“One thing you don’t know about me, Corey, is I don’tdo secondhand,” Marisol said as she stepped forward and plucked his cell phone that had been still in his hand. “Erase me from your contacts.”
As she turned and walked away, Marisol’s mother’s words of advice came floating back to her in a whisper:
“Protect your heart and your innocence. Don’t be in a rush to give
He’s gonna kiss me. Yes! Just wait until I tell Starr and Dionne. Marisol wished she had time to do a breath check. As he lowered his head toward her, she closed her eyes and raised her chin the way she saw the women do on Days of Our Lives.
“Corey!”
He jumped back from her and bumped his head on the cabinet.
And that irked Marisol big-time, but she held her fiery temper in check. He rubbed the back of his head as he strode toward the bellowing voice in the living room. She stomped her foot in frustration.
“Something wrong, Marisol?” her mother asked in Spanish from behind her suddenly.
Marisol turned and smiled at how beautiful her madre looked in a burnt-orange jumpsuit with chunky turquoise accessories. Picture-perfect and ready for her close-up. Like mother, like daughter.
People said Yasmine Rivera resembled a taller, fuller version of the Latina beauty Eva Longoria. Marisol had once overheard her mother joke with her friendsthat she was more of a desperate housewife than Eva’s television character.
Marisol just shook her head with a small smile.
“All these people in our home. I am so happy this is the last day,” Yasmine said as she retrieved some bottled water from the stainless-steel Viking fridge.
“Not me, Mami, we’re going to be on television,” Marisol said excitedly. And I’m going to have a boyfriend!
Yasmine watched her daughter as she took a sip from the bottled water. “You are growing up so fast, Marisol,” she said in Spanish, as she screwed the cap back on the bottle. “I remember when you were just a baby in my arms.”
Marisol leaned against the massive granite-topped island in the center of the kitchen. “ That was a long time ago,” she stressed, desperately wanting to be seen as a young woman and not a little girl.
Yasmine moved around the island and playfully bumped her hip against her daughter’s. “Protect your heart and your innocence. Don’t be in a rush to give them away,” she advised. “Life is always filled with regrets.”
Marisol looked up at her mom and the sadness in her beautiful brown eyes was clear. Seriously.
At that moment, Marisol’s dad strolled into the kitchen with his camera crew right on his heels.
“Yasmine, they’re ready for us to tour the house,” Alexandro said as he walked up to her and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Yasmine’s smile was in place as soon as the lights and the camera shone in her eyes but Marisol didn’t miss the way her mom moved away from her father by walking back to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She hadn’t even finished drinking the one already sitting on the island.
Marisol looked around at the crew and noticed Corey was absent. Maybe we can find a quiet spot for that kiss, she thought as she eased past the camera crew out of the kitchen. She dug her peach-flavored lip gloss out of her pocket and glazed her mouth really well as she searched for her new boyfriend. Yes!
She found him in the foyer and smiled as she walked up behind him quietly.
“I miss you, too, baby girl. But my dad wants me to work with him.”
Marisol stopped. Her eyes widened a bit right along with her mouth as her heart hammered like crazy.
“Ask your mom if I can take you to the movies tonight,” Corey said.
Oh…heck…no! This clown already has a girl!
Marisol leaned against the wall, crossed her arms over her chest and waited patiently.
“A’ight, I’ll see you later.”
Corey turned and his eyes got big—saucer big—as he faced Marisol.
Suddenly Corey, “the Cheater,” wasn’t looking so yummy anymore.
“One thing you don’t know about me, Corey, is I don’tdo secondhand,” Marisol said as she stepped forward and plucked his cell phone that had been still in his hand. “Erase me from your contacts.”
As she turned and walked away, Marisol’s mother’s words of advice came floating back to her in a whisper:
“Protect your heart and your innocence. Don’t be in a rush to give
Similar Books
