⚔Castor Cruz⚔

We stepped out of the casting a few weeks later. Leila was pale in the face and shivering. I smirked, "You did perfect, Nerd."

"Thanks, Jerk," she muttered as she stared up at the feature wall in front of us. 

It had a curvy Asian model sitting on top of a suitcase with a genuine expression. 

"Not everyone that is beautiful is a string-bean," I murmured in her ear, "And you're the most beautiful girl on Earth. You're neither a string-bean nor curvy. But in the middle. And that's good."

Leila wore a skin-tight short black dress with black heels. The sleeves of the dress ran right down to her wrists. It suited her quite well, actually. 

She tossed her blonde hair and looked with her beautiful undefined eyes up at me, "Really?"

"Duh," I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead lightly.

The door opened, "Everyone here for the casting can file out unless you've already been seen."

There were groans from the girls and boys that hadn't even gotten a chance to have their casting yet. 

Lucy sashayed over to us and gripped Leila's hand, "This had better be good. I mean, you both dressed well, the photos were the best and you two are easily the most beautiful teenagers on the planet. So let's hope this went well..."

*****

"After much debating," the lady began, "We have decided to go with Leila and Cruz."

Leila let out a loud sigh of relief and I smirked. 

The lady continued, "Because they are well known, have great chemistry and are amazing models."

A young girl piped up, "I agree. I'm not too disappointed really."

An older guy nodded glumly, "I knew I wasn't getting it as soon as I walked through those doors."

The lady smiled, "Great! So Leila and Cruz if you can stay behind so we can discuss the schedule? Thanks."

*****

☓Tanya Perez☓

I watched my daughter strut on the TV, with shocked eyes. Was that really my sixteen-year-old Leila? She'd grown up so, so fast. 

She wore a pair of three-quarter leggings and a running top. She stopped strutting at a street corner and stiffened. Then she began to run. The camera zoomed in on her Nike sneakers and trailed up her body.

Did my little angel, that used to call me Madre, really look like a woman? 

I sighed and watched as Leila stopped at another street corner. Her eyes fell on Rachel's son, who was running towards her. He grinned and met up with her.

I whimpered as their foreheads and noses touched. The advertisement zoomed to black just as they were about to kiss. It came up with: Leila & Cruz in bold white writing, Read this month's issue of SIAU. 

I turned the TV off. 

My bubba had grown up so fast.

Her dad would be proud. 

I knelt on the floor of my hotel room and clasped my hands together. I murmured softly, "Rocco... I miss you. Leila misses you. You should see our little girl. She's a true beauty, like you said she'd be. She follows in your footsteps, you know. Well, hopefully not literally. See where that got you," I choked on 'you'. I continued in a husky voice, "She's got a boyfriend even. Not Trent, but a guy that will treat her as well as you treated me."

I took a shaky breath. 

"I will always love you, Rocco," I cried, "Always."

...

That darned car accident. 

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