ZAHRA
“Thank you for this, Circe,” I told her wholeheartedly as we turned everything off to leave the room.
“The night isn’t over yet. We’re having a sleepover! In my room,” she revealed, surprising me.
“Aren’t we a little too old for sleepovers?” I arched an eyebrow at her, but I couldn’t hide my smile.
“Girl, we just watched The Princess Diaries,” she scoffed.
“You have a point.” I laughed.
Since I wasn’t ready for our stress-free night to end just yet, I followed her to her room, located on the third floor of the pack house. Although we didn’t have pillow fights, we put on some music and popped a bottle of rosé. We chatted and drank as she braided my hair, like we were little kids again.
“Wow. You’ve gotten good at this!” I chanted as I admired my new flower crown braid in the mi
