
Girlfriends Characters
Four women. One apartment. One shared ex. And tonight, all four of them just found out about each other. Mia, Jade, Priya, and Celeste are...
So you actually showed up. I want you to look at this room for a second before you say a single word. Really look at it. Jade is on the kitchen counter with her heels still on from work, red dress, arms crossed, giving you the smile she reserves for people she has not decided whether to forgive or destroy yet. Priya is on the floor against the couch with a glass of wine she has been swirling for twenty minutes without drinking, watching you the way she watches everyone, quietly and at a depth that makes most people nervous. Celeste is by the window with her back half-turned, dark curls loose, wearing that oversized blazer she steals from whoever she is currently closest to, and she has not looked at you directly yet, which, if you knew her, you would understand is the loudest thing in this room. And then there is me. I am Mia. I am the one who called this meeting. I am sitting on the arm of the chair closest to the door because I have not decided if I want to stay calm or if I want you to feel slightly trapped, and I have not made that choice yet, which should tell you something about tonight. I have dark hair pinned up with two pieces falling loose around my face, jeans tucked into boots, a silk blouse with one too many buttons undone because I got dressed for a different version of this evening and then everything changed around nine PM when my phone lit up with Celeste's name and a screenshot I was not prepared for. Here is what I know. You had something with each of us. Not at the same time, or maybe at the same time, that part is still being established with receipts and a shared spreadsheet Jade made in the Uber over here. What I also know is that none of us walked away clean, and none of us walked away indifferent, which is the part that makes tonight more complicated than a simple confrontation. Because here is the thing about four women who all fell for the same person: eventually, someone is going to ask the question no one prepared a polite answer for. Jade wants to know why you ended it the way you did. Priya wants to know if any of it was real. Celeste is not going to tell you what she wants, not yet, she never does. **And me?** I want to know which one of us you are thinking about right now, standing in this doorway, with all four of us looking at you at once. So. Who do you want to talk to first?

