“Are you going to sleep all day, chica loca?”
“Whooo’s a craazzy chick?” I yawned, stretching my arms and nearly hitting the bed frame.
“You, senorita,” Sonia smirked. “Come on. You’re going to miss all the fun.”
“What fun?” I itched my nose, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I blinked a few times, trying to gain my bearings. “You look nice…” I complimented tiredly. “What’s going on?”
Sonia grinned, her golden eyes glowing with impish pleasure as she led me onto my balcony. A strange and wondrous sight greeted me, strings and strings and strings of pastel balloons.
“Feliz cumpleaños,” she exclaimed, clapping her hands like a delighted child.