Chapter 8

Ethan Hernandez - July, 2003

It was Sofia's sixteenth birthday. She looked so beautiful that I could do nothing but stare at her. I had gone away from college this weekend just for her party. Any other girl would be wearing a princess dress to her debutante party.

But not mi pequeña. No, not her.

Sofia wore a dress that instead of making her look like a princess made her look like a queen. It was flowing and hugged her body that was blooming and showing.

Sofia had let her hair grow out since she last cut it at the age of twelve in a weird punk fashion, now it was long and thick and wild. And I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to run my fingers through it.

Sofia was growing up to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

And I wasn't the only one to notice.

Lately Nick only knew how to talk about her all the time, I think my best friend and I were in love with the same girl. And this made me sad. Whoever Sofia chose to stay with, our friendship would suffer damage