Chapter 10: Best Friends?
Daisy jumped when her phone buzzed in her purse. Beside her, Jo’s eyebrows climbed. She released the leather skirt she’d been ogling, letting it slide smoothly back into the rack of identical skirts.
“Who’s that?”
“I don’t know yet,” Daisy said irritably, but her heart answered the question with hope. Riva. She could feel herself blushing already.
Jo rolled her eyes, thrusting one hip out at an angle she’d obviously calculated to be the perfect balance of sassy and adorable. “Who texts you besides me? It’s him, isn’t it?”
“Hey, I have other friends.”
“I know, I know,” Jo conceded. “But look at your face! It’s him!” She stuck out her tongue. “Or I guess it could be that weird girl you’ve been hanging out with lately.”
Daisy stepped back involuntarily, half b
