“Anyway, how are things going with your hot doctor?”
I force a laugh, but my mind is still reeling with the thought of Landry moving out and leaving me alone in a month. “They’re not,” I tell her.
She grunts. “Didn’t the two of you leave the party in a hurry after that steamy kiss? I figured it was safe to say he took you home to finish what he’d started under the mistletoe.”
My cheeks heat. “We left because Landry was embarrassed. And he only kissed me because he didn’t want to make me feel bad in front of everyone else.”
“Lame,” she grumbles, and I can’t help but smile. “You tell him I think he’s full of shit. And a tease.”
I press my lips together, stifling my amusement. “I’ll certainly relay the message.”
“Well, have a good break,” Claire says after the bell rings. “Let me know how your test goes.”
“Yeah,” I reply, though I’m not confident of my answer. “Merry Christmas.”
“Call me if you need a ride. Or if you feel like going out and making your hot doctor jealous,” she adds as leaves me in the classroom.
My phone chimes, so I take it out, just in case it’s Landry. Then again, I don’t mind making him wait on me today, anyway.
Magnolia
Daisy, what are you bringing to Christmas dinner this weekend?
I frown at the screen after reading my sister’s text. Because I’m twenty-five, married, gainfully employed, and I still cannot cook. I can sew. I can garden. I can clean. I can interpret classical literature, manage a financial budget, and make friends practically anywhere I go, yet I can’t cook a casserole to save my life.
Iris
She probably doesn’t have time to cook with her job.
Don’t bring anything store bought, Daisy. I don’t want my kids to find out that junk food exists.
This time I roll my eyes. Iris has never been one to sugarcoat anything, literally or figuratively. You think I’d be used to that kind of blunt honesty by now.
Marigold
Bring whatever you want, Daisy. Or don’t bring anything at all. Your presence is all we need.
Rosemary
I second that and add that I can’t wait to see all of your faces and love on your sweet bébés all weekend!
Violet
I didn’t know Daisy could cook?
Iris
Good point. Can you actually cook anything, Daisy?
I pout as I type in a response.
Daisy
A woman’s worth is based on more than her culinary talents, you know.
Magnolia
And the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so I’m guessing you’re still single?
