That afternoon, everyone stood waiting impatiently in the ring for Sienna to put in an appearance. The mismatched group of artists’ wives, girlfriends, and significant others stood huddled together at one side of the ring, glancing intermittently across to the four, English girls at the other side of the enclosure.
Wendy smirked. "I’ve just realised, who they are!"
"What do you mean?" Lisa asked.
"They are the South American equivalent of the English WAGs."
Sarah and Melissa laughed; Lisa looked confused.
"They’re what? What does that even mean?" she snapped.
"Jesus, Lisa, where have you been living? WAGs is an acronym…" Wendy replied.
“A what?”
Wendy rolled her eyes towards the top of the tent and shook her head. "Bloody hell, Lisa! An acronym is an abbreviation of several words t
