"Oh, you're looking for her? She's right there."
The woman steps aside, and you see into the apartment. It's one room, with a door leading into the bathroom. The room is occupied by a tattered sofa, a TV, and a tiny kitchen in the corner. There are four mattresses at the opposite end, Viola sitting on one of them, looking at the door.
"Who's this?" she asks.
"One of your friends, right?" the other girl replies. "He said something about a white wedding."
"Oh, yeah!" Viola answers, getting up and heading for the door. "Didn't recognise you. How long's it been?"