Tess blinked once, then twice. “Really?” she said.
Lola grinned through her tears. “It’s hard to imagine that someone my age could fall in love, I know,” she said. She dabbed carefully at her eyes. “But Tess, I swear I
feel like I’m sixteen years old.”
“Who’s the lucky guy?” asked Tess. She took a seat on the bed, still not sure where all of this was leading or why she was having such difficulty believing the words she was
hearing. But when she thought about Lola’s behavior over the past few weeks, Tess knew it was true. Lola had often seemed distracted or far away, moody at times; she’d taken the sudden
trip to Boracay, of course; and then there were the tears she thought she had hidden from Paolo and Tess that afternoon in the kitchen.
Lola shook her head. “I’m not ready to tell yo
