She tilts her head, her grin widening.
"Well, well. Good morning to you, sunshine. How was it?"
Oh God. She knows about the kiss.
"No. Nope. Not you too. Stop it. All of you. Stop." I flop back down, dragging the blanket over my head.
Daisy doesn't move. "Relax, Rava. I didn't come here just for that. Though Ishouldhave, because this is so juicy. And I need details."
"There are no details," I snap from under the blanket.
"Okay, drama queen… I actually came to ask if you wanna come with me at the village festival. Since you can't go out with your beloved Gio." She drops her voice. "You'll come with me instead."
I poke my head out. "Why the hell would I want to come with you and your friends to some random village festival? I don't even know them."
"You know Layla," she says.
Oh God. Her.
Jesus, that girl is a witch. Literally.
Every time I see her she hands me crystals like I'm supposed to charge them with my feelings or something, and then she tries to read my aura and psychoanalyze me and predict my future in the same breath.
She terrifies me. Like sincerely.
I groan. "Yeah. And I'd rather chew glass than hear her talk about her chakras again."
Daisy cackles and crosses the room, sitting beside me and pulling me into a tight, warm hug.
"Come on. Please. I barely get to see you since you run off to Canada, Mr. International. Can I not spend one evening with my brother?"
Ugh. That's unfair. Everyone knows emotional manipulation is my weakness. They exploit it like it's a coupon.
I let out a long sigh, resting my forehead against her shoulder. "Okay," I mutter.
She squeals and pulls back, hands on my cheeks.
"Yes! We are leaving at 7:00PM. Wear something that won't scare my girls."
…
I walk downstairs to the kitchen.
My dad is already at the table, signing documents. I honestly feel sorry for the people who start deals with him.
They have no idea what they're getting into. I feel insanely uncomfortable being in the same room as him right now.
Ideally, I do not wanna be anywhere near him after last night.
All of last night.
The slap, and then everything I found out about him from Gio.
I didn't know he was one of the reasons Gio's dad ended his own life.
I didn't know my father's name sits in someone else's tragedy like that.
And now that I do, I can't look at him the same way. I feel ashamed.
