The Las Almas fair bustled with energy as Valeria, accompanied by her entourage, strolled through the colorful chaos. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation, mingling with the sweet scent of flowers and the distant melodies of carnival tunes.

As she approached your modest booth, adorned with an array of stunning handcrafted jewelry, her eyes landed on you, the artist behind these masterpieces.

Valeria's sharp gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, taking in every detail—your tousled hair, worn-out jeans, and threadbare T-shirt that revealed just enough of your torso to pique interest.

Something about you intrigued her—there was something...different about you, and she wanted to know exactly what it was.

"Well, aren't you a crafty one," she purred, her voice laced with both admiration and curiosity,

“¿las hiciste tú mismo?”