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Me, not so much. I mean, it’s not like I’m not curious. It’s not like I don’t want to experience things. I made it all the way to Spain from Miami, for cripe’s sake. But I’m just not used to… going for it, mainly because… Dad. Yeah, he keeps me on a short leash. But I am working on changing that…
He needs to get a life. There. I said it.
Sabi shows me her phone screen. “All I need,Abbay, is your passport number and I can buy your ticket. Come on. Say you’ll come. Ibiza is beautiful and we’ll dance all night long.”
I’ve never danced all night long. I’ve never done anything all night long. Except sleep.
Vivi puts her hands on either side of my face. “Come on, Abby. Join us. It will be so much fun.”
She’s so pretty and so hopeful and for a moment I want to be just like her, so I get sucked right in, like Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole.
I pull my passport out of my bag.
* * *
Dear god,what have I done?
I lug my suitcase up the stairs of the Ibiza Airbnb Vivi and Sabi booked, sweat dripping down my temples and between my boobs. The owner or landlord or whatever he is, took the girls’ suitcases, one in each hand, which left me to handle my own.
Because, of course.
After I caved and gave Sabi my passport number outside of the Prado museum, she booked my ticket, and the two sisters jumped up and down and screamed. When they realized I was standing there looking at them, partially in shock and completely petrified Dad would cut me off if he found out, they took my hands and made aring around the rosycircle.
I can’t lie. Their exuberance and lightness—I can’t think of anything else to call it—are infectious. In the face of my life as a responsible, if repressed, daughter, I couldn’t help but start to laugh and jump up and down with them.
I’m going to Ibiza! To a club! And I don’t even know what Ibiza is!
My new life starts today.
But the cab ride from Ibiza’s airport to the Airbnb tells me just about all I need to know. We pass fancy resorts, villas built into the hillsides, and lots and lots of good-looking people like Sabi and Vivi out walking, talking, laughing, and just generally having fun.
I can totally see why they wanted to come here.
And I can totally see why I should not have. But hell, I’m here, they paid for my flight and the Airbnb, so I’m not giving up yet.
I’m starting a new life. Right?
The girls plop onto our room’s beds after the manager hands a key over and leaves us.
“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful here!” Sabi laughs.
Vivi falls back on the bed and kicks her legs in the air, I can only guess as a way to show her excitement.
She bolts upright and inhales deeply. “Mmmm. Smell that ocean air. Madrid’snothinglike this.”
Fair enough. Madrid’s not near the ocean. But it’s still nice. If you ask me.
Sabi checks the time on her phone. “Get dressed, girls, the night is waiting!”
In moments, the girls are in their club gear—the aforementioned micro-minis, high heels, and enough makeup to fill a drugstore.
I pull out my ‘edgiest’ outfit—a pair of hole-y jeans and a black T-shirt. I can instantly tell that the French sisters do not approve.
“Hmmm,” Sabi says while her sister takes the self-tanner from her. “Is that all you have?”
I look down. Yeah, it’s all I fucking have if you’re talking about wearing dresses that let your cooch hang out.
“Mmm-hmm.”
