At my graduation, while everyone was toasting my sister, I heard my father laugh: “Let’s see if she finds something she’s actually good at now.” I was still wearing my gown while the room applauded.

month later, the Serra Sonora deal closed.

Lucía retained part ownership and received an amount of money that would have seemed impossible to the young woman who once slept on a mattress beside a wardrobe converted into a recording booth.

She didn’t throw a party.

Instead, she invited Clara to a small restaurant in Gràcia.

They ordered croquettes.

Pan con tomate.

Wine.

For hours, they talked about movies.

Work.

Their grandmother.

Childhood memories that had nothing to do with their parents.

At one point, Clara reached into her bag and