Sharks

28- Art

As soon as we stepped out of the car my mother was standing in front of us.

She pulled us into the small building connected to the kitchen.

She handed me my lipstick and then put her attention on Ana.

"This is not as bad as I thought it would be, good job." Mother smiled as she fixed Ana's mascara.

"You and me both." Ana laughed. "I think it's just really good mascara."

I pulled out my phone to text Ronan.

He had her out the door before I even reacted. He didn't just behave himself, he also got rid of someone who wasn't invited almost painlessly.

For us at least.

Me: That was a quick reaction earlier.

Ronan: I know a deranged parent when I see
one.

Me: Well, you've gained my trust. Who knows what would've happened if you weren't there. Thank you.

Ronan: If I knew throwing a homophobic bitch against a church exterior would gain me your trust I would've done it sooner.

Me: Ha.

I turned slipped my phone into my pocket. Ana was about ready now.

"What flavor cake did you end up deciding on?" I looked at her.

"Seriously Rosa?" My mother scolded.

"Did you see the church ceremony, that was all me? I don't care about the cakes." I stared at her.

She wanted me to be more involved in the wedding.

"I hope I forget that you said that." She started to fix my hair.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"It was a joke dear. We don't apologize after jokes, we laugh."

"If it makes you feel better Valentina she did come to the cake tasting. She even left me a list of the ones she liked." Ana smiled.

Mother smiled. "Good."

"It's the chocolate one with raspberry filling." Ana leaned against me carefully.

"Ooh. That one was my favorite." I smiled.

"I know." Ana giggled.

"How? I didn't tell you." I looked at her.

"When you really like something you smile, I managed to catch that one before you hid it." She walked away from me and did a small twirl.