Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead

You're name is Rosalíne Lucía Paloma. 21, on your own, and a dancer. A gig that goes wrong invokes the power of fate that pushes you right into the man of your dreams, but can you really have this? Or did you get served a dish of rotten fate?

There's a lotta Spanish terms littered in this story, I recommend having google translate close by if yah can't read my shitty Spanishhh ♥