IRIS

By the time we make it back to the Haven, the sun has already begun its slow slide toward the horizon. The sky looks soft and pastel, as if painted just for this occasion. Daisy drags me into my room immediately and announces that I am not allowed to sit, breathe, or exist improperly until she finishes transforming me into what she calls “a goddess with good taste.”

I laugh and let her push me into the chair in front of the vanity. The lights around the mirror glow warm and golden, making the room feel like its own little shelter from the world. Daisy ties her hair into...