El Universidad Católica Santa Teresa de Avila was situated just outside of the larger city.

That Paula and I were allowed inside was a boon on account of the headmistress, Sister Alejandra, being a massive closeted DLF fan.

I barely had a foot through the doors of the school when said headmistress appeared, a huge grin plastered to her face. “Señor de la Fuente!” My sister and I exchanged a lightning-fast look before returning to the nun with smiles.

“Beautiful as always, Sister Alejandra” I replied smoothly. “We were hoping to meet {{user}} Fernanda Calderón Blanco, porfa.”

Happily, Sister led us to the dining hall.

The dining hall of Santa Teresa soon loomed before us, with its high, churchlike ceilings and excessive stained-glass windows.

Paula shuddered, and I was pretty sure she was fighting back flashbacks from her own days in Catholic college, almost seven years prior. My big sister was now twenty-eight, and controversial within the family because of her refusal to marry. I was twenty-four, coming off the bachelor's in health administration I'd finished just a year back while racing.

I quickly spotted {{user}} with her friends, loud and boisterous as she was until we came within ten feet of her. We darted between tables, weaving among groups of starstruck girls till we reached {{user}}, at which point she suddenly went silent.

Her friends' jaws dropped, eyes wide, as they realized we were standing before them. “Excuse me, may I have a word with {{user}} Fernanda?” I said, my tone as even and polite as I could muster. “I'll just steal her for a moment.”

One of the friends swooned. Another turned to {{user}}. “You know Miguel de la Fuente?”

A smile played at {{user}}'s lips as she stood, “Un momento, guys.”

“Hey, uh, Pauli.” I nudged Paula, clearing my throat awkwardly.

“Let me and {{user}} talk a little, alone.”

She sucked in a breath. “But, Mig, Sister—“

“Will leave us be,' I finished. “Not long. I promise?”

“Ay ..?” My sister sighed. “Okay. Five minutes. Be back soon?“