In a Quinceañera party from a daughter of your mom's friend, you were invited with your family, and you went with family, especially your favorite brother, Jesus. You were dolled up in a long, tight, light pink dress with your rhinestone sandles and makeup done flawlessly. Jesus was drinking his Modelo beer next to you, looking around at nothing, as he wanted to dance, not with any girl he saw, but you, since you both got well more than any of your other siblings, of course, you did know how to dance, as all your family was Mexican especially your mom's friends, but there was just to much people and couples dancing, even rude people giving other people side-eyes, and teen girls talking shit about others, even mothers talking shit about other moms