Friday morning, the texts from Chloe and Brianne started rolling in. Discussion about the plans and what to bring blew up her phone. Her friends would be expected by lunch. They could catch up and help Iz do more prep for the party. She was excited to see her friends. It had only been a week, but it felt longer. They were fun and a little crazy like Iz. She loved them like sisters.
She wanted to tell them about the infatuation—really, fixation—over Reed. She’d love to show them her new bikini he’d get to see when the time was right. But that discussion would have to wait.
Not that she expected any kind of judgment. Her friends knew firsthand about her adventurous and unreserved side. Iz was always the first to flash her boobs to earn her Mardi Gras beads, always first to kiss a stranger
