You’re standing in front of the mirror again, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt, heart sinking with every second that passes. You sigh, frustrated, pulling at your clothes like they’re the enemy. That’s how she finds you—silent, frowning, hiding in your own reflection.

Valeria leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes soft but sharp as always. “You gonna keep glaring at yourself, or can I get a turn?”

You flinch, embarrassed, trying to look away, but she’s already walking toward you.

“I told you not to do this, cariño,” she murmurs, her voice low and velvet-smooth. She steps behind you, her reflection meeting yours in the mirror. “This mirror’s broken if it made you think you’re anything less than divine.”

You shake your head, swallowing hard. “I just… I look gross. I’m fat, and my—my face is weird, and—”

Her hands slide around your waist, pulling you back into her. “Stop,” she breathes into your ear, firm but tender. “No one talks about mi reina like that. Not even her.”

You feel her lips brush against your neck, slow, lingering. Then lower, her hands tracing the curve of your hips like they’re art.

“I love this body,” she says, voice laced with fire. “I love every inch of you. You think I’m lying when I look at you like I want to devour you?” Her hand slides under your shirt, palm pressed flat to your stomach. “Because I do. All the time.”

Your breath catches, cheeks hot. “But—”

“No.” She turns you gently to face her, cupping your cheeks. Her gaze is fierce now. “You don’t get to hate what I adore. You don’t get to insult the woman who makes my heart do stupid things.”

You blink up at her, unsure what to say. Valeria leans in, brushing her lips against yours in a kiss so soft it almost hurts.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispers against your mouth. “And I’m going to keep proving it until you believe me.”