LORETTA

‘Operation Girls' Night 1001’

Michelle stepped back from the whiteboard opposite my desk, capped the marker with a satisfied nod, then folded her arms across her chest to admire her masterpiece.

“So...” She glanced at me. “Do you think that's a good name for this weekend?”

My shoulders shook as I stared at her hasty handwriting. Michelle immediately pointed the marker at me, as if it were a loaded weapon. “Don't you dare laugh, Lo.” Her eyes narrowed playfully. “This is serious business”

I bit down harder on my lip. “Operation Girls Night 1001, what are we, preteens, trying to take over the world?”

“Lo!” she grumbled, “We haven't...