DAISY

When Adrian said, “Nothing formal, just something chill,” I didn’t expect a five-star restaurant with golden chandeliers and waiters in tuxedos.

I pause just inside the entrance, gawking like a total tourist. The floors are so polished I can practically see my reflection, and there’s a faint scent of vanilla and money in the air.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, nudging Iris as we walk in. “We are so out of our league.”

She barely glances at me, keeping her voice low. “Calm your tits, Daisy. Try not to embarrass us.”

I huff and roll my eyes, but I’m grinning. I mean, who am I kidding? This is exciting....