Page 72 of Legacy
“And this?” My mothers voice breaks me out of my thoughts.
She’s holding up my dress from junior prom.
My brothers men flood my apartment. Taking boxes of my things to ship to Angelo’s place.
I take a breath and focus on my mom.
“Mami, that doesn’t even fit me anymore.”
“Then why do you have it?” she asks as if she wasn’t the one who shoved it in my moving boxes the day I left home.
“Valentina!”
I wince, covering my ears. My mother’s screech could peel paint. Valentina walks into my bedroom, phone glued to her hand.
“Yeah?”
She doesn’t even look up as my mother shoves the dress in her direction.
“Do you think this will fit you?”
Valentina givesit a once over.
“Ew, no. It’s like a junior plus, yo no soy gorda.”
“I was not fat!” I counter, swiping at my sister to hit her phone, but she’s fast pulling it back.
Her eyes drag my frame and she gives me that face.
The one that saysare you sure?
“Shut the fuck up Valentina.”
“Ay! Language!” mom shouts slapping me on the arm.
“Hey! She called me fat,” I complain rubbing my forearm.
“She said shewasn’tfat, not that you are Adriana.”
Valentina smirks smugly.
My mother rummages through more of my things and finds that damn contract.
Rafael dropped it off the night after I signed it.
Everything finalized.Locked down to Angelo Amato.
“Ay mija!”
My mother holds up a photo.
Of Angelo.
What the hell?
“Where did you get that?”
“From this envelope,” she says, the contract envelope in hand.
