Sofia woke to the smell of garlic rice and coffee. Her head throbbed, her throat dry, and her blanket was tucked neatly under her chin. She blinked up at her ceiling, confusion fogging her mind.
Then the door burst open.
“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!” Lani sang, dropping onto the edge of her bed with Pia and Marco crowding behind her, all three grinning like they’d been waiting hours for this.
Sofia groaned. “What time is it?”
“Time for us to tell you the story of your life,” Pia said, eyes wide with delight.
Marco nodded solemnly. “Last night, you passed out in Tristan Jacinto’s car. And guess who carried you up the stairs like a telenovela lead?”
Sofia sat up too fast, her head pounding. “What?”
Lani slapped her knee. “Girl, you missed it! He scooped you up like you weighed no
