LENA’S POV
That night, Daisy was at my place to help me get ready for dinner with the Andersons. She styled me in a silk blouse that clung to my skin, the emerald green colour caught the light just enough to look sophisticated but not too flashy. The shoulder was off, exposing my neckline that was adorned in a pearl necklace. I paired it with an ivory high waisted midi skirt that was made from heavy crepe that hugged my waist before falling in a graceful A-line.
I twirled in front of the mirror and I was satisfied with my look. It didn’t scream for attention but it was good enough to fit in with the Andersons.
“Thank you so much, Daisy. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
She fell back on my bed. “That’s why you should treat a lot better. You can start by introd
