I can practically feel a tiny Raya appear on my shoulder in a poof. She’s sitting on a cloud, there to remind me not to fall for this guy. And then, there’s my mother on the opposite shoulder, sing-songing “Protect your heart” over and over in a voice that sounds like one of the Chipmunks. Why did I get two tiny naysayers and no one cheering me on? I close my eyes and Eloise pops in my head. She’s wearing the same red dress as the dancing lady emoji, doing the salsa like she doesn’t care who’s looking, and giving me two thumbs up. There. That’s better.
