Celina laughed out loud.

“Zoe, you’re insane. Who compares an exam to tweezers?”

“Pain is pain!” Zoe shrugged. “And mine was brutal! But what about you, Celina? Did you ever go to college?”

“No… I was going to, but then I met César. When I got married, I devoted myself entirely to him. I regret it. He never encouraged me to grow.”

“Of course not. I bet he’s one of those men who love keeping women dependent. But you’re still young, girl. It’s not too late. Go to college, invest in something…”

“I want to go back to writing,” Celina said thoughtfully.

“Writing? What kind?” Zoe asked, intrigued.

“Romance novels.” She answered with a small smile.

“No way! My friend’s a writer?” Zoe asked, practically glowing with excitement.

“I’m just an amateur…” Celina replied, embarrassed.

“Amateur, my ass! You should invest in this, Celina! You could work from home, take care of the babies, and still earn your own money writing. It’ll work, trust me! Honestly, the world is full of women dumped by lousy