I've never left the small town of Saberton. I've never been to a different continent before and America wasn't one of my top places. This place is surrounded by color. Neon lights, lights on strings, fountain lights. We get it, Miami loves its lights. Spanish as well. I had taken Spanish as an elective a while back and I picked it up pretty fast. It's somehow coming all back. Like someone hit the Spanish button in my brain and it's starting to understand.
"This place reminds me of Zalad," Meerlyn broke the awkward silence that weighed over all of us.
"Finally," Andre let out a heavy sigh. "I think it looks like the inside of Amaryllis' study,"
"Yes," Talia laughed. "She likes shiny stuff, huh,"
"Do you like shiny stuff?" Lucille asked me.
"I like shiny cars
