I followed Iris to her room, curiosity bubbling inside me. I couldn’t wait to see what she had. She had always been the fashion girly, so my expectations were very high.
She smiled when she saw the curiosity in my eyes.
When she opened her walk-in closet, I was wowed. Her walk-in closet was filled. Rows of dresses, shoes, bags, and neatly folded swimsuits filled the shelves.
I slowly turned to her. “Are you secretly a princess?”
She burst into laughter. “No. I have a shopping addiction.”
“I can see that.”
She walked straight to one of the drawers and pulled it open.
“Bikinis are in here.”
My eyes widened. “There are at least fifty in there.”
“Sixty-three,” she corrected proudly.
I blinked. “You counted?”
“I always count.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
She began pulling out differ
