Celina throws a punch to my head, which I block. "Getting better there, sweetheart," she says while trying again with a left hook. Even sweaty, Celina is a knockout. Her ponytail makes her look badass. Her designer workout gear is black with a turquoise stripe slashing across the front. I want to hate her just for being perfect, which is impossible because she's so damn nice.
I block the next punch too. "I'm a quick learner and besides, you hit like a girl." Yeah I'm on my ass after that remark, but it feels good. I like knowing I will eventually be able to defend myself. It's thirty minutes before dinner. If I'm not showered and looking respectable, Gabriella will kick me out of the dining room. Celina and I are in the same boat and conclude our workout to keep the wrath of Gabriella of
