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The ripples moved outward like a stone dropped in a still pond. She felt a pull, an invitation to step through the glass and reclaim the fragments of her soul she had left behind in the corners of time. She realized then that the mirror wasn't a judge; it was a doorway.

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

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. The ripples moved outward like a stone dropped

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. When the room fell silent again, the mirror

She took a deep breath, the scent of jasmine and rain filling her lungs. With a final glance at the quiet, stifling room behind her, Adriana stepped forward. She didn't just look at the woman in the mirror anymore. She became her.

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.