TIARA
The air was thick as I stood there, my hands dripping with mustard-yellow paint. The wet pigment felt heavy against my skin. I was lingering there, playing around, keeping an eye on everyone, when Rylee caught my eye.
In the soft, early light of the corridor, her outfit felt loud and out of place. It was far too revealing for a simple morning meeting, the kind of look that draws eyes for all the wrong reasons in a place like this.
With a stride that seemed at odds with the stillness of the building, she made a straight line for Brother Kyran’s office.
As soon as she moved, I lunged forward.
I wrapped my arms around her in a fierce, sudden hug. The impact was immediate. The bright yellow paint soaked instantly into the crisp, white fabric of her dress, blooming across her like a
