extended family was gathered around the pool—my parents, my grandparents, aunts from Puebla, and a dozen cousins. They stood like spectators at a sporting event. Some looked uncomfortable, shifting their weight from side to side, but many were smirking. At the center of the spectacle stood my younger sister, Camila, her arms crossed and a triumphant glint in her eyes.
Then I saw it. Drifting listlessly across the turquoise water of the swimming pool was a mass of white lace and silk. It was Natalia’s wedding gown, heavy with chlorinated
