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Nasha's P.O.V. ****************************************** "Gracisas, Nasha," Lucia said as we walked back into her house. "Brunch was everything I was hoping it would be." I gave her an awkward smile. "While I'm sure Nasha had just as much fun as I did Tía," Val said. "I don't think she feels all that comfortable with... this." Val is right on the nose. The brunch was really great. Lucia took us to a very fancy place. Somewhere with specific silverware, and all that. Thankfully, I didn't have to embarrass them by not knowing what to use for what. We were at the restaurant for a while. I think Val and I both thought that we were going home after. However, the moment someone uttered one single word... Two out of three of us lost our minds. Shopping. I didn't want to ruin their good