MARCELLA.

SHE IS NOT XIMENA!

The party had finally come to an end, but my mind was still racing with suspicions and doubts. All night, I had tried to get a glimpse of Ximena's back, to see if she bore the birthmark that Molly had told me about. But Ximena had been avoiding me, dodging me at every turn.

From the very day Enid had married Ximena, I had felt a nagging sense of unease. Something about her seemed off, different from the Ximena I had known before. She was bolder, more confident, unlike the Ximena I was used to and it didn't sit well with me. I was determined...