Lyra's POV
"You would really do that for me?" I asked, touched by her offer.
"Absolutely," Poppy replied without hesitation. "You are my closest friend here."
A warm smile spread across my face as our eyes met in the mirror. She moved toward the cabinet and retrieved an entire basket filled with hair products. With practiced hands, she divided my hair into sections and began applying the various treatments before reaching for a blazing hot straightener. Steam rose from my hair as she worked, but when she pulled the tool down each strand, it looked like my hair had been born perfectly straight.
"Holy shit," I breathed.
Poppy wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "Pure magic, right?"
