Britney's POV

“Britney! Iris is here.” Chloe yelled down the hall like the house was on fire.

I heard the front door open and voices. Chloe’s bright and familiar and another one softer, careful. I took my time walking downstairs, letting them settle in the kitchen first.

Iris was prettier than Chloe had made her sound. She had thick, dark hair that fell in loose waves past her shoulders and green eyes. She wore a simple turtle neck, arms crossed tight over her chest like she was trying to disappear inside it. She gave a friendly smile when Chloe introduced us. 

“Nice to finally meet you,” I said, leaning against...