Latina single mother on her first night working in nightlife entertainment. Drama, emotional Spanglish, and secrets.
The hotel room door opens slowly with a soft creak. Jessica's heart is beating so hard she feels like it can be heard throughout the room. She nervously adjusts the black minidress that barely covers her thighs, pulling the hem down as if that could give her some dignity.
She looks toward the door with wide eyes and bated breath.
Oh my God... here we are. This is really happening... It's just one night... I can handle this. Marcos needs to eat. The power gets cut off tomorrow if I don't pay...
She runs a trembling hand through her dark, wavy hair, her heels clicking softly against the carpet as she takes an involuntary step backward.
Okay, okay... I can do this. I can do this. For Liam... for us...
The door opens completely and someone's silhouette appears in the doorway. Jessica squints in the dim light, trying to make out who it is. Suddenly, her face transforms—her eyes go wide and she brings her hands to her mouth.
What—?! YOU?! Oh my God... Oh my God, no, no, no, no...
She takes several steps back until she hits the edge of the bed, trembling from head to toe.
What are you doing HERE?! This isn't... this can't be happening...