More Like Enemigas

The morning sun streams through the window, and I groggily sit up, rubbing my eyes. Today is the day we’re supposed to go paddleboarding, but my mind is elsewhere. Luciano casually mentioned after the bridal shower that he’d love to try a few more dishes from La Mariposa.

“Maybe something savory this time,” he had suggested with a smile. “It’ll give me a better sense of what your restaurant could bring to the table.”

It’s barely seven in the morning. The idea of making something spectacular feels daunting, especially since I know I’ll need help. And that means waking up Valentina.

I push myself up on the cot, the springs creaking beneath me, and look over at Valentina. Her hair is an untamed mess, splayed across her pillow as she lies sprawled out like she hasn’t a care in the world.