Chyna turns to look at me with her lips pressed together in a frown.

“I can’t believe you’re here, hanging out with my cousin.”

I roll my eyes and take a seat on the couch next to her. “You know, I knew Flávia way before I knew you.”

“Yeah, so she’s said. The world has a funny way about it, doesn’t it?”

Funny is definitely one way to put it. I shift around in my seat, watching the screen in front of me but not really taking anything in.

I can hear Flávia and her mom in the other room, but their words are barely audible—not that more volume would help, since I don’t speak a word of Portuguese, and as far as I know neither does Chyna.

“I hate it when Flá and Auntie talk in Portuguese,” Chyna mumbles, confirming my suspicions. “You know when someone is speaking in another language right near you and you’re paranoid they’re speaking about you?”

I have to smile at the irony of that, because Chyna doesn’t really have any qualms about speaking about other people in a language they most definitely understand.

“I don’t know. Sometimes, maybe. Flávia and your Auntie are probably just more comfortable speaking Portuguese than English with each other.” But also, Flávia probably is discussing Chyna with her mom. And Chyna probably knows that too.

“Why are you here?” Chyna turns to me with a frown on her lips. I’m surprised the question didn’t come sooner. “What are you doing with my cousin?”

“Chy, that’s kind of a rude question,” Flávia mumbles from the doorway between the sitting room and the kitchen. “Nishat and I are friends, I was helping her with something.” She doesn’t look at me when she says this and I feel my stomach plummet.

“You had to help her with something in your unicorn onesie?” Chyna asks.

“I told you, I wanted to be comfy. Don’t act all high and mighty like you don’t have an ugly polka dot Minnie Mouse one. At least mine is cute.”

“You have a Minnie Mouse onesie?” I’m already trying to figure out how I can get a picture of that. I know Priti, Chaewon, and Jess would all appreciate it.

Chyna shoots me a glare and says, “Flávia bullied me into buying it.”

Flávia crosses her arms over her chest and scoffs, “As if.”

Chyna directs her glare to Flávia this time and says, “Shut up.”