Secrets over champagne
Daphne's POV
Kate had been texting me nonstop about our girls’ night for days, insisting we needed to catch up properly with no mobs, or guards, just us. I couldn’t say no, not after shutting her out when everything went haywire. Troy overheard me fretting about where to go and, with that easy smile of his, handed me his black credit card.
“Pick somewhere nice,” he said, kissing my forehead. “You deserve it.”
I chose La Lumière, the kind of upscale restaurant with velvet booths and chandeliers that I’d only ever seen in movies. Kate groaned when I told her Troy was footing the bill, muttering about blood money but she didn’t say no to the reservation.
Typical Kate. Hating the source but loving the sparkle anyway.
The night arrived, and I slipped into an em
