Valentina
Somewhere on the Balearic Sea, Spain – spring/summer 2020
Saturday 01:15am
The first thing Isabella and I did as soon as we saw the open bar was get two gin and tonics. We sat down on two of the lounge chairs on the lower deck. They were facing the sea we’re leaving behind, so we watched the sun setting over the horizon.
We didn’t realize how long we had been talking until they announced the cake.
By the time we’re at our fourth G&Ts, it’s already dark.
“Have you noticed that all the girls here besides the two of us are drooling over Matteo?” she asks, a mean streak in her voice.
“I have, actually.”
Gossiping with Isabella is different from doing it with Raisa. With Isabella it feels as if we’re discussing something; with Raisa it feels more like talking behind someone’s
