Year of the Roses

Floral Season

Bedroom

Altsas

Isla

LYSIA COMES BUSTLING THROUGH the door with a grin plastered on her face. Curious to know what has enthralled her, I place the comb I was using to untangle my locks on the dress, I jerk to my feet and spin on my feels to face her.

"You won't believe what is going on, Isla," she gushes smile unwavering. She giggles and grabs my finger and starts spinning under our linked fingers.

I blink. Lyza has ...