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𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 and completely understood her reservation about returning to england, knowing that there was a reason why she left and a reason why refuses to leave home here; the reason being francesca. however she, much like mariana and ricardo wants nothing more than to see luna happy, hence why when mariana had told her about everything that she had heard from liz, the ridiculous idea that had lit up in her mind was enough to motivate her to do the following.
" liz had said there's an opening in jordan's football club, knowing luna she will shut down the idea so i am counting on you alma, por favor "
" don't worry, i will see what i can do " alma said before she bid her sister in law goodbye and sat down with the idea in her mind, and it was when she saw luna's laptop on the coffee table, and luna no where in sight that she grins and grabs the device, forgive me hija. the woman thought as she opened the device.
luna had kept a copy of her credentials and curriculum vitae saved on her laptop, mariana swiftly typed in an email and described everything she could think of regarding luna and once the email was sent, alma breathed a sigh of relief closing the laptop and glancing back to see that luna was still in her room.
meanwhile luna was in her room, cleaning her closet when she saw a box tucked away in the furthest corner; confused momentarily, she then recalled that just before she left england, she opted to take the box with her as it contained memories and moments she created with her friends there and with 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
she pulled the box out and placed it on the bed, then proceeded to fold her clothes and place them back in; suddenly, she hears a knock on the door. " come in " luna said loudly, the door opened and alma walked in, " hija, what are you doing? "
" cleaning, the closet was a bit too messy for my liking " luna shrugs, " where's cece? "
" she's playing with lupé next door " alma said referring to their neighbor's house; her gaze lands on the box and she furrows her brow gesturing to it, " what's this? "
" just a box " luna shrugs.
alma raised a brow, " just a box? "
" it's a box of old photographs and memories i made in england " luna said.
alma nods, " aha " she sat on the edge of the bed, " hija, your mum called earlier "
" i know, we spoke a bit just now " luna said.
" she said that she and your papa miss you " alma said.
