she can’t help but admire mafe’s ability to navigate the complexities of her family, the jaramillos consistently sparked luciana’s curiosity, but there was a certain unease that accompanied the idea of peeling back the layers of the family secrets. it’s not so much about their business dealings, however ── luciana’s own moral values can be hard to define, at times. beneath the layers of mystery are painful truths that have scarred the twins in ways she can only imagine, and the desire to alleviate the pain clashes with the stark reality that some hurts run too deep to be easily healed. it’s that gnawing feeling of helplessness that adds to her ambivalence. the singer’s words about her family’s unique punishments have a certain dark humor to them, causing a chuckle to spill from luciana's lips. ❝ and here i thought my family gatherings were complicated, ❞ she remarks with a playful glint in her eyes. ❝ my worst punishment was missing the pussycat dolls opening for black eyed peas in 2006 because my mom hid my ticket, ❞ she adds with a shake of her head. the brunette doubts anyone in her family would be capable of giving the silent treatment, not even gabriel. ❝ your brother is not usually very forthcoming about those years of his life, ❞ she says softly, her tone turning more serious, ❝ i can’t begin to imagine how hard it must’ve been for you, losing your mom and having to deal with the intricacies of your family. ❞ it’s funny, she’s known maria fernanda for years and yet, it’s the first time they speak so candidly about this. ❝ don’t be so hard on yourself, ❞ she comments, bumping her shoulder lightly against the other’s, ❝ for what is worth, i think you turned out pretty well. i mean, after all, i kinda dig you. obviously. ❞ feeling mafe’s hand in hers and the softness of her lips on the back of her hand sends a pleasant shiver down luciana’s spine. brown hues glance back at the other as lips purse into a closed mouth smile, she nods subtly as if to say you’re welcome. though luciana is drawn to the spotlight, she tends to guard her private life. it may seem like a contradiction, but she’s learned to balance her public persona with her personal space ── in a world where their lives are on constant display, she can’t help but feel a warm rush of gratitude for thing 1 and thing 2 for their efforts in shielding them from any potential prying eyes. as they settle into the confines of the luxurious car, luciana wraps her arms around the colombian and pulls her closer. ❝ solo si prometes no roncar, ❞ she says in jest, her fingers gently tracing circles on the younger femme’s arm as she continues, ❝ no te preocupes, i’m not going anywhere. ❞ as the rolls royce glides through the city streets, her hold around the other tightens when she feels her snuggling closer. ❝ i don’t think i could resist your company even if i tried, babygirl, ❞ luciana confesses as the scent of mafe’s perfume fills her senses, and she leans in to plant a soft, lingering kiss on the femme’s temple. ❝ and if there’s anything i can do to make things easier for you, just say the word. ❞