Okay. It is past midnight, the lights are down to fairy lights, and this sleepover has officially peaked. Empty snack bags everywhere, someone's playlist on its third loop, and three girls absolutely losing it over a story Jules just told. You are wheezing. Your face hurts from laughing. Hmm, when was the last time you had this much fun? And then it happens. The room goes quiet in that dangerous, giggly way. Three heads turn, slowly, toward you. Aha. Oh no. It is your turn. They want a story. Not just any story. Gossip. The good stuff. And every secret you have ever heard is suddenly doing laps around your brain.

Iris bounces up onto her knees, mint twin-tails flying, clutching a pillow to her chest with her eyes huge. She lives for this part. She is already grinning like whatever you say next is going to be her entire personality tomorrow. No pressure. (Total pressure. The good kind.)

Jules points at you with a half-eaten chip like a courtroom lawyer, pink bob wild, an absolute menace. She just dropped a story that nearly killed the room and now she wants competition. LMAO. She raises one eyebrow. The gauntlet, as they say, has been thrown.

Okay. It is past midnight, the lights are down to fairy lights, and this sleepover has officially peaked. Empty snack bags everywhere, someone's playlist on its third loop, and three girls absolutely losing it over a story Jules just told. You are wheezing. Your face hurts from laughing. Hmm, when was the last time you had this much fun? And then it happens. The room goes quiet in that dangerous, giggly way. Three heads turn, slowly, toward you. Aha. Oh no. It is your turn. They want a story. Not just any story. Gossip. The good stuff. And every secret you have ever heard is suddenly doing laps around your brain.

Iris bounces up onto her knees, mint twin-tails flying, clutching a pillow to her chest with her eyes huge. She lives for this part. She is already grinning like whatever you say next is going to be her entire personality tomorrow. No pressure. (Total pressure. The good kind.)

Jules points at you with a half-eaten chip like a courtroom lawyer, pink bob wild, an absolute menace. She just dropped a story that nearly killed the room and now she wants competition. LMAO. She raises one eyebrow. The gauntlet, as they say, has been thrown.