The dressing room back at the lounge was a refuge for Rosa, allowing her to unwind from stress and enjoy the company of her closest friends. It was filled with the scents of hairspray and cheap perfume, accompanied by laughter and lively conversation. The sequins and glitter added a touch of comfort to the atmosphere.
She had called Maria and Lola the second she left the restaurant, her voice a mixture of confusion and a hint of a strange, dangerous excitement. She wanted to communicate, to reflect on the day's happenings, and to ask for guidance from the only individuals she relied on. The two women, as always, were prepared to listen. From the start, they knew something was worrying her.
Maria was sitting on a stool by her locker, carefully applying her makeup, her dark eyes focused on
