Chapter 18

Iris had never had to prepare for a date before. Her last real relationship was nine centuries ago and that was the reason for all her misery. During that relationship, she never needed to dress up or get formal. It was an ordinary relationship of accepting each other the way they are, with no pretense and no superficial effort needed to keep it going, that is, until Y found out about it.

Now there was no Y to worry about. The feeling was surreal as Iris sat patiently for Liliana to curl her long brunette locks and Sussane did her nails while Clara hustled around the room to gather things that were needed and made sure every necessary pin and brush was available. The girls had spent hours finding The perfect dress for Iris that was according to the occasion and still allowed her to be herself, yet made Dom swoon, which Iris wasn’t sure was possibly made, but she didn’t say.

Iris had so many things going on in her head as she sat there becoming perfect by her friends, who