Yk I have to start with my tiny queen right?
Alicia Palmero is a 4'9 Mexican and Navajo girl form Maryland, Baltimore. She is the older sister of one golden retriever little brother and she is a professional artist.
She loves art, especially whimsical paintings where she mixes animals with things like plants and stars. Her favorite kinds of animals are marine life even though they freak her bestie out. She's very playful, cuddly, and flirtatious and moody alternatively. It switches pretty quickly, but she's working to improve her emotional maturity as she also tries to fight through her depression and social anxiety.
Alicia really wants her loved ones to be happy, and to be happy herself. She knows for that to be possible she needs to keep pushing to live a better life and become a better version of herself, so she's fighting for that.
the whole book features her because she's the MC, but this is one of my favorite scenes:
Kat is lying propped up against the couch pillows playing on his Gameboy in a state of absolute zombification when I open the front door.
It takes a second for his eyes to unglue themselves from the screen, his gaze seeming to move through water as he glances up at me. Then his eyebrows knit together, his expression a canvas of mingled horror and disgust in mild shades of disbelief.
“Nu-uh…”
I can’t help but start laughing.
“Is that a plaid tee-shirt dress? Where do you even find this stuff? Why did you change out of the black dress?”
“Just wanted to,” I say teasingly, pushing my hair back. “Why? Why are you so stuck on the black one anyway?”
He manages to keep his expression impassive and disinterested, as he says flatly, “When you only have two tolerable dresses in your entire wardrobe, I think it’s only natural for me to try to mitigate the suffering you inflict on my eyes.”
Hmm.
Not even the faintest vestige of embarrassment, color, or discomfiture shows on his face, and for some strange reason that bugs me - like an insistent light drizzle drumming on my psyche at 100 bpm.
What is with you, you little creep?
Taking the scrunchie off my wrist, I pile my hair up onto the top of my head and adjust the sleeve of the dress.
“That’s better.” I smirk, “My hair got in the way of the embroidery. Check it out, there are these little flowers around the sleeves.”
His mouth opens with an expression that reminds me of a muppet, if a muppet could be gorgeous, looking up at the ceiling like he’s searching for divine intervention.
“I know you’re doing this on purpose,” he raises his eyebrows, pressing against his temples with both fingers, “I know you’re doing this just because you KNOW it’ll make me angry.”
“Why on earth would it make you angry?” I laugh, shoving his shoulder as I plop down on the couch beside him. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head simultaneously.
“Okay, the dress itself doesn’t make me angry. You IN that dress sends me into a blind rage.”
There are a lot, but here are a few:
Alicia's middle name is Alta Gracia.
Her hair turns copper-colored when she gets a lot of sunlight. Her hair used to be a lot redder as a kid but now she doesn't get much sun lol.
She once went to school in her best friend's clothes and it was the most mortifying experience of his life.
