IRIS

Today is dress day. I’m both excited and nervous, a knot twisting in my stomach, because while I’ve been dreaming about this moment once yesterday, there’s also the pressure of making it perfect and surviving Daisy’s brutally honest critiques.

“Ready?” Daisy asks, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed but her grin wide. She’s already primed with the sharpest commentary I’ve ever seen, and I know she’s been mentally preparing herself for the fashion onslaught she’s about to deliver.

I take a deep breath and nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do this.”

She claps her hands together. “Perfect! First up, classic elegance. But remember, no tears...