Page 59 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“Sobbing.”

“Princess and the Frog?”

“You kidding? You are my Evangeline...” she said dramatically.

“Frozen?”

“Bawl”

“Brave?”

“Nope, the mama bear kills me,”

“Wrec—Never mind, that one makesmecry. Ummm, Emperor’s new groove?”

“Nope.”

“How does that one make you cry?” I demanded.

“The llama alone in a raining rainforest? No, thank you.”

“Encanto?”

“Two words, Vi. Generational Trauma. Pass.”

“Moana?”

“The grandm—Actually, I could watch that one. I think only one part makes me sad.”

I chuckled and pressed play. We weren’t fifteen minutes into the movie, when Bells started sniffling.

“Let’s put something else on, I forgot about this part,” she said, reaching for the remote, but I pulled it out of her reach.

“Nope. We’re watching this. I’m into it.”

“Come on, Violet. I don’t want to cry.”

“You’re a big, tough werewolf. I believe in you,”

“But, but...” My older sister pouted and I patted her arm, hiding the remote from her.

Half an hour later, we were on our second brew and singing along with Maui, giggling whenever one of us messed up the lyrics.

“I love you, Vi,” Bells giggled and sighed.

“I love you, too, Bells. When was the last time you drank?”

“A year ago? Like three weeks before Evie’s luna ceremony.”

“Not the night before when we were all at that bar with Mom?”

“No. I had just found out I was pregnant and switched all my drinks with Aunt Maya.”

“Oh, my goddess, is that why she was so smashed?” I asked, making Bells giggle uncontrollably.

“I tried to get Evie to cover for me, but she didn’t want to be hung over for her ceremony.”

“I don’t blame her.”

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