A crush from the past
Daphne’s POV
“Tony Smith!” Kate’s voice burst from her pale face, her eyes wide before I could even ask what was wrong. I followed her gaze across the street, spotting the man she’d named Tony Smith, dressed in a crisp corporate suit, shaking hands with Troy outside Armstrong Corp.
Who was he? Another mafia boss, like Kate kept calling Troy? My stomach knotted, the car's stuffy air choking me.
But Kate was grinning, her face lit up like a five-year-old handed the last candy in the store, her dark curls bouncing as she leaned forward.
“Now this isn't what I expected,” I said, frowning, thrown by her sudden glee.
She didn’t take her eyes off him, not for a second. “I can’t believe it, Daph,” she said, excitement flooding her voice, making it high and giddy. “To
