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 t**s, 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.
I tug lightly at the sleeve of my black turtleneck. I paired it with wide-leg trousers and boots, simple but classy, at least, I hope it looks that way. Iris, of course, is effortlessly e
