Re-introduction

I go straight to the drawers. Inside the first is nothing. I go to the second, and in the very right corner, there is a little blue box with a white ribbon forming a bow on top. But it isn't just any blue box. It is Tiffany's blue box. Holy crap. I slide the drawer closed and pull out the third. Great. Three magazines with our photos as the leading news. Maria finds me in his office and gives me a bunch more magazines, and I run upstairs to the bedroom.

I tie my hair up and sit on the bed with a tablet on top of the dresser in the closet. I’m lucky there isn’t a password. I open magazine by magazine, leaving the parts of the photographs on display and analysing them one by one, noting that I love twenty-three-year-old Selena. I like the way I dress and especially the way I see myself smiling beside Hunter. I take in Hunter's ultra-modern white canvas and start typing the words of the magazine into Google translator.

My mother calls me down for lunch but I deny myself food. I don’t car