12
I found Olivia and Raisa at the park, seated on a wooden bench, observing the commotion going on around them.
“You clean up nicely,” Raisa teased me.
I flushed and stuck my tongue out at her. I’d tried not to go overboard since we were only hanging out at the park. I’d chosen tight dark blue jeans, a thin white sweater, and matching beige boots and purse. Plus, I had combed my hair until it shone and applied black mascara to accentuate my dark green eyes.
I sat beside them. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing much,” Olivia answered. “The graduate students are running around like crazy setting up the stands and organizing the games. We’re laughing and gossiping.”
I rolled my eyes.
“He was there a few minutes ago.” Raisa pointed toward a white stand not too far from where we were. “I think
