![]() ![]() I smile to show Mamá that no lipstick got on my teeth. I go back to the mirror, thinking of all those times Teresa stole my mother's makeup and put it on to sneak out at night to meet El Guardia. A trick she recently learned from a magazine. So your lips don't get lost on your face. Mamá pats red lipstick on my lips and asks me to lick and spread. What if Gabriel sees me now? He'd probably think I'm too much woman for him. Mamá walks into the room carrying her pouch of makeup. And our house will be full of his friends and family. And he'll take me to see shows and we'll go dancing with live bands. And Juan will pay for me to go to the salon every week and get my nails done. In New York I'll have a closet full of dresses and jewelry. I put one hand on my waist, shift my hip to one side. Juanita has blown out my hair and tied it back into a bun at the crown with ribbon upon curly ribbon, in white and pink. The dress cinches at the waist and barely covers my knees. I look into the distorted mirror at the white lace ruffles around the neckline over and around my shoulders. I am Ana, about to be married and to travel to America. ![]() I touch the mirror to understand how it happened without warning, but with the hot-pink dress on, the girl who had never been kissed is gone. ![]()
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