“¡Por Dios, Lola! What were you thinking?!” Back at Lola’s apartment, Gabriele posed like a disappointed mother, with her hands on her hips and a stern, judgmental stare. Lola, on the other hand, being the scolded child, sat on her bed with her hands clasped together and her eyes glued to her feet. It had been two days since her wild encounter with Santiago, and with the way Gabriele had stormed out, Lola thought her best friend would never speak to her again. Then she showed up at her doorstep without warning, as early as nine in the morning, wearing a white Lakers tracksuit and demanding an explanation. Minutes later, after Lola laid everything bare, she sat in silence as her friend played the ultimate version of Judge Judy. “All you had to do was wait until I arrived,” Gabriele said, raking her fingers through her long, shiny black hair. “If you were that bored, you could’ve just watched TV or gone for a swim in the pool. Better still, you could’ve just waited in the
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