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AFTER A WHOLE day of meetings, I fell onto my bed, exhausted and ready to go to sleep, but Lola had other plans for me.

She barged into my room at midnight, her hair unbound and swishing. She looked nowhere close to sleepy. Her dress was still wrinkle-free after a whole day of work, and I wondered how she pulled that off.

She shut the door excruciatingly slowly, and I had a feeling this was going to be bad.

"Um, what happened?" I asked her. Lola no longer came over at this time at night.

When she turned to me and away from the door, I almost fell off the bed when I saw the fire in her eyes. I had done something majorly wrong.

She took a deep breath. "Al told me," she said, and I immediately regretted not telling her before.

I was pretty sure that Al had also gloated because I'd told him first. If Lola hated anything, it was being told about something second. They always had been petty when it came to each other. Always competing.

"Oh," was all I said.

"Oh my god, Auttie!" she exclaime