Later . . .
Today was Saturday, and I was all set to stay in bed all day, but Thais came into the room and, of course, ruined my plans.
“Get up, lazybones! The day is beautiful,” she said, opening the curtains, and I rolled my eyes.
“Stop barging in, Thais.”
“What privacy? Think you’re a big shot now?”
“I do have one.” She laughed.
“Oh, let Aunt Mirella hear that! Come on, look at the sun. Let’s go to the beach.”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“Okay, but you’re not the boss, so let’s go.” She said, sitting in the chair in front of my dressing table. I sighed and gave in, getting up. I went to get ready, put on a bikini, and over it, a loose dress with sandals. I did my makeup, did my hair, and grabbed my bag. Thais and I went downstairs to the kitchen, where my dad was.
“Where are you go
