The reflection changed again. Now she saw herself in a rain-slicked city she didn't recognize, looking older, grayer, but possessed of a terrifying, beautiful strength. This version of Adriana was standing alone on a balcony, looking out over a sprawling horizon with a look of absolute peace. It was a future she hadn't yet claimed.
When the room fell silent again, the mirror showed only an empty bedroom and an open window where the curtains fluttered in a sudden, spirited breeze. Adriana was gone, finally walking toward a reflection she could call her own. Frente al espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub
Slowly, the image in the glass began to shift. The modern bedroom behind her faded away, replaced by the vibrant, sun-drenched patio of her grandmother’s house in Seville. She saw herself at twenty, wearing a dress the color of marigolds, her hair wild and free. That girl was laughing, her head thrown back, holding a paintbrush as if it were a scepter. "I forgot her," Adriana whispered, her voice cracking. The reflection changed again
The glass was an heirloom, passed down through three generations of women in her family. It was said that the mirror didn't just show your face; it showed your truth. For Adriana, that truth had been blurred by years of living for everyone but herself. She was a daughter, a wife, and a mother, but the woman named Adriana had become a ghost in her own life. She finally raised her eyes. It was a future she hadn't yet claimed
The mirror began to vibrate, a low hum that she felt in her teeth. The two versions of herself—the past joy and the future peace—began to bleed into the present. The glass grew warm. Adriana reached out, her palm meeting the cool surface of the mirror, but instead of hitting a solid barrier, her hand sank in.
The woman staring back looked tired. There were fine lines around her eyes—roadmaps of laughter and worry—and a paleness to her skin that suggested she hadn't felt the sun in a long time. But as she held the gaze of her reflection, the air in the room seemed to shimmer. The reflection didn’t blink when she did.