Liam's POV
Thank God the waiter finally came over with drinks. I was really thirsty, and I could tell Daisy was too. But something felt strange—why did she get champagne and I got juice? That didn’t make any sense. While she wasn’t looking—just as she raised her glass to her lips and then put it back down—I quickly switched our drinks. I didn’t want her getting drunk tonight. It wasn’t the time or place for that. I immediately gulped mine down and turned my attention elsewhere like nothing had happened.
“This is odd, why does this taste like juice?” Daisy mumbled under her breath. My ears picked it up easily. I looked at her glass, then at her face. A small smile crept up on my lips and she noticed it.
She rolled her eyes at me and then took another sip. A few moments later, our attenti
