Andivia.epub — Frente Al Espejo - Adriana

Adriana stood before the full-length mirror in her dimly lit bedroom, the heavy velvet curtains blocking out the mid-afternoon sun. In her hand was a vintage hairbrush, its silver backing tarnished with age, much like the memories she had been trying to polish for years. She didn’t look at her reflection immediately. Instead, she traced the carved wooden frame of the mirror, feeling the grooves and imperfections under her fingertips.

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. Frente al espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub

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. Adriana stood before the full-length mirror in 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. Instead, she traced the carved wooden frame of

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 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.