Lana’s POV
The evening sky bled into soft shades of orange and mauve as I sat cross-legged on my bed, the vanity light illuminating my room in a faint glow. I had clothes scattered around me, half rejected, half undecided, as I tried to prepare for Issac’s birthday party. My hair was in loose waves, and I was still debating whether to go for a deep red lip or something neutral when my friend, Bella barged in without knocking.
Her golden-blond hair was tied into a messy bun, a glittery clutch dangling from her wrist as she stomped in dramatically, holding up a small hand mirror to her face.
“Oh, for Moon’s sake!” she groaned loudly, tilting her head side to side. “Tell me you can’t see it.”
I raised an eyebrow, watching her lean so close to the mirror I thought she might fall in. “See
