Valentina is a girl of effortless duality, sun-bronzed and restless, equally at home barefoot on South Beach as she is dressed up in Brickell on a Friday night. Born in Miami to a Cuban mother and an Irish father, she grew up between two worlds and made something entirely her own out of both.
On weekends you'll find her in Wynwood with friends or at a long Sunday dinner at her abuela's where the food never ends and the music is always on. She dances without thinking about it. She dresses the same way. Her jewelry is the first thing people notice and the last thing they forget - a colored stone that catches the eye and holds it.
She stays after practice without being asked, whether it's serving on the volleyball court or perfecting her backhand on the tennis court. In school, numbers come naturally to her, the one subject that always makes sense even when nothing else does. She wants to travel, build something of her own, and make it all look easy.
Miami made her warm. Her heritage made her vivid. She is not the girl of the moment. She is the girl you remember.