Chapter Eight
Blanca
I walk into my apartment and Rian is sprawled out on the couch with the remote pointed at the television. Sierra has her legs propped up on the coffee table with a magazine on her lap.
“Oh look who finally returned from her work meeting,” Sierra teases, flipping the page of her magazine.
“Damn, I just lost the bet. I had you doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning.” Rian peeks over the edge of the couch.
“Sorry to disappoint you.” I drop my purse on the kitchen table and slip off my shoes, throwing myself into the chair across from Sierra. I glance at the television. “Do you watch any shows from our generation?” I ask over the audience laughter of something quirky Sophia has said onscreen.
“Hey now, Golden Girls is a classic,” Rian says, and I nod.
“You’re righ
