Chapter 3
"Theresa, I can't stand here much longer. My feet are falling asleep," Paloma whined, shifting from one tingling foot to another.
Sketching furiously on her drawing pad, Theresa blew an errant strand of black hair away from her face as the picture before her came to life. Grinning broadly, she set her pen down with a flourish. "Okay. I'm finally finished."
Paloma released a pent in sigh of relief and toed her mother's borrowed flats off, dropping onto the twin bed beside her older sister and studying her sister's piece of 'art.' "That's what you've been scribbling for two hours? Theresa, that's not me. That's you. And that's Ethan Crane. You're loca," Paloma twirled her finger in the air.
Ignoring her sister's disparaging remarks, Theresa gazed dreamily at Ethan's likeness. "Admit it, Loma. Isn't he handsome?"
"He's old," Paloma muttered, fumbling with the zipper at her back. Huffing impatiently, she shot Theresa a meaningful look. "Help me get Mama's wedding dress off before Miguel comes home from the Bennetts and tells on us."
"I'm going to marry Ethan in this dress someday," Theresa sighed deliciously, lost in a daydream as Paloma slid the dress off of her shoulders and grabbed the hanger from her bed.
Paloma froze mid-motion, panic in her dark eyes, when a car door slammed outside, and pulled the lace curtain from their bedroom window, peeking outside.
Squealing beside Paloma, Theresa raced out of the bedroom as fast as her feet would carry her. "It's Luis! He's home."
My feelings for Theresa have fluctuated wildly throughout the years, but the one constant has always been her obsession with Ethan.
I think she would definitely sketch herself and Ethan in wedding attire (and con Paloma into posing for her).
What do you think?
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