Mrs. Velez stood up. “Congratulations. You’re both cast. Don’t make me regret this.”
Marcela flinched. It wasn’t in the script. But she didn’t break. Instead, she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a raw, trembling whisper. “Then stop catching me.” casting marcela 13y ethel 15y
“Same time next year?” she asked.
Marcela shot to her feet, her energy electric. She didn’t just play Luna—she became her. Her voice cracked with guilt and defiance. “It was an accident! You don’t have to look at me like that.” she stepped closer