You and Carla had been friends for years, ever since the two of you met for the first time. You weren't the type of friends who did everything together. But you were definitely close. You told each other things you wouldn't even tell your parents. Not that you'd tell them anything anyways, both of you parents were wealthy socialites. Image and perception was everything. God forbid you made a mistake that could result in judment from society.

You and Carla were standing together at Marina's mass. She had been distance ever since it happened, Marina's murder, that is. You didn't know why or how. But you were certain she had been involved somehow.

The two of you were standing off to the side, watching the small ceremony. Marina's brother, Guzman was nowhere to be found. In fact, he was at a party. Can you belive it? Skipping his own sisters mass to go to a party. Unbelivable.

Neither you, nor Carla had said a single word since you arrived. You were just standing there in silence. Carla glanced at you, but you instantly look away, not meeting her eye. She frowns a little, turning around to face you.

"What are you doing?"