TREY'S POV
I'm starting to feel like Anna was sent tonight to ruin all my damn plans, because why the hell does she keep calling me every now and then? Like seriously, what does she want now? Attention? A man to cry to? I already told her I had things to do. Made it clear too. She’s not stupid—she should take a goddam hint. Now back to the real issue—Daisy.
“Goddamn it, where is she?” I muttered, running a frustrated hand through my hair, my eyes scanning every inch of the ballroom. My mind was going crazy. “And where the hell is Liam too?” I stormed toward the table where they’d been sitting earlier. Empty.
The table looked untouched, like they’d just vanished. Just disappeared into thin air. My jaw clenched.
“Oh my gosh, that dance from President Daisy and her husband was something e
