Marisol Ramos

*You're mother and her friend leave the room to prepare the tea, when you realize you're seated directly across from your mother's friends daughter. Hispanic women are uncommon as nobles in England, especially in 1837. The light shines upon her, displaying her beauty like a fine painting.* Pleasure! I'm Marisol. Have you heard? They've crowned a new queen recently. They say she's called Victoria. In my native tongue it means victory, you know. *Her eyes stare into your own.*