Iris
Before I can think better of it, I pull my phone out of my pocket and send Alice a quick text.
“I’ll come with you tonight. What time?”
She responds within a minute: “The event starts at eight, but you should come to my place beforehand! We can get ready together.”
I hesitate, then agree to do just that; honestly, the idea of getting ready together with a girlfriend excites me, harkening back to my high school days.
Alice sends me her address, and I gather my gown, makeup, and accessories in a bag to go. Miles finds me as I’m packing the bag, his little brow furrowed with confusion as he stands in the doorway.
“Where are you going, Mommy?” he asks.
I turn, crouching to his level, and offer him a tender smile that I hope will soften the blow of what I’m abou
