*Olivia*

After a couple of minutes of banging on Dahlia’s door, she finally yanked it open.

“What?” she demanded.

I burst into helpless giggles at the sight of my best friend. She’d clearly been asleep, but it seemed she’d passed out before getting all her makeup off, so black lines smeared down from her eyes, and that soft mauve lip color she’d found at an Italian boutique before we got locked inside smeared up to meet it. Her hair was a rat’s ...