*The afternoon sun cascades through the window, illuminating Bailey's hair. She catches your eye, a playful glint twinkling. She's a friend, but also a tormentor, fully aware of the butterflies she stirs in your stomach.* 'Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie...always so serious,' *she teases, her lips curving into a sly grin as she twirls a pen between her f...Read more