Slowly, the image in the glass began to shift. The modern bedroom behind her faded away, replaced by the vibrant, sun-drenched patio of her grandmother’s house in Seville. She saw herself at twenty, wearing a dress the color of marigolds, her hair wild and free. That girl was laughing, her head thrown back, holding a paintbrush as if it were a scepter. "I forgot her," Adriana whispered, her voice cracking.
The glass was an heirloom, passed down through three generations of women in her family. It was said that the mirror didn't just show your face; it showed your truth. For Adriana, that truth had been blurred by years of living for everyone but herself. She was a daughter, a wife, and a mother, but the woman named Adriana had become a ghost in her own life. She finally raised her eyes. Frente al espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub
The mirror began to vibrate, a low hum that she felt in her teeth. The two versions of herself—the past joy and the future peace—began to bleed into the present. The glass grew warm. Adriana reached out, her palm meeting the cool surface of the mirror, but instead of hitting a solid barrier, her hand sank in. Slowly, the image in the glass began to shift
She took a deep breath, the scent of jasmine and rain filling her lungs. With a final glance at the quiet, stifling room behind her, Adriana stepped forward. She didn't just look at the woman in the mirror anymore. She became her. That girl was laughing, her head thrown back,