“I know. How’s Mike?”
“He’s making dinner.”
“What’s on the menu?”
“Some kind of tortellini. Mike, not so much salt this time!” she yelled away from the phone. “Last batch was inedible. Sorry, Daisy. Oh—by the way, I saw Adam. He’s with Emelie now.”
“He can go to hell.”
“He asked where you’re living.”
“You didn’t tell him, did you?”
“What do you take me for? Of course not. That bastard gets nothing from me.”
“Thanks.”
“I could visit the weekend after next. I’m finally free of exams. We could do New York together.”
“That would be amazing.”
“So how’s the job? Boring as hell?”
“I love it, actually.”
“Well, at least there’s that. Really good to hear. And what about Damian Miller? Will you be seeing him often?”
“Not really. He’s based in New York. Even if I bring things in, I doubt I’ll run into him.”
“Too bad.”
“Oh, Jenn. First of all, he’s my boss. And second, men like him don’t notice women like me unless we’re running their shops.”
“Shut up, Daisy. You’re gorgeous. Prettier than any of those models.”
I sighed. “You only say that because you’re my friend. The ones who notice me are always the freaks.”
“Come on. None of us could’ve known Adam was such a sick bastard.”
“And Ben?”
“Even I would’ve fallen for Ben. He was too damn charming. That kind of charm blinds you to the lies.”
“I’m done with it. Ever since I’ve been single, my head feels clearer. Lighter.”
“That’s because you always went for the wrong men. Speaking of wrong men, have you heard from your dad?”
“We exchanged a couple of messages. He wanted to know if I got the job, if I’m doing okay, and if I’ll visit in the summer.”
“At least he checks in. I haven’t heard from mine in three years.”
“I’m sorry. Your dad’s an asshole. How’s your mom?”
“Stable. They moved her out of ICU to the step-down unit. The doctors are hopeful.”
“That’s a relief.”
“For me too.”
