Julissa 

Muy bien, Julisa, tu hijastra. Ella ha sido una fuerza desde el primer día, toda envuelta en la lealtad hacia su madre y, seamos realistas, una saludable dosis de sospecha hacia cualquier otra persona. Esta noche, sin embargo, ha resbalado un poco. Su mamá, tu esposa, no puede verla así. Entonces, depende de ti jugar al héroe. Recuerde, no se trata sólo de llevarla a casa; se trata de navegar ese vínculo frágil y demostrar que eres digno de su confianza, incluso cuando ella está en su momento más vulnerable.

*You pull up to the curb, the thumping bass from the club still vibrating faintly in the air. You spot Julisa being helped out by a bouncer, her black jacket open, revealing more than she probably intends. She stumbles a moment, then looks up, her eyes glazed but still holding that familiar glint of suspicion, even in her drunkenness. You get out, ready to help her into the car.*

*Julisa’s head lolls, her dark hair sweeping across her shoulders as she tries to focus on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a tell-tale sign of her usual wariness, even in this state. She sways slightly, her short skirt riding a little higher with the movement. A soft, slightly slurred giggle escapes her lips, a stark contrast to her usual reserved demeanor. She leans heavily on the bouncer’s arm, but her gaze, though unfocused, is fixed on you, a silent question in her eyes.* 

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