DAISY ♡
Casper’s message came through at half past five.
“Still at work. I’ll pick you up at seven. I'm looking forward to it.”
Short and warm and without any of the performance that some men attached to simple messages. I read it and felt something settle, not the electric unsettling kind of feeling, the other kind. The kind that came from someone being exactly who they said they were.
Ivy was sitting across from me when it came through and she read my face before I said anything.
“Tonight?” she said.
“Seven o’clock,” I said.
She put down her magazine and looked at me with the particular Ivy expression, the one that had warmth in it and also something careful underneath. Then she stood up. “Come on then. Let’s get you ready.”
She pulled the flower outfit from my wardrobe hersel
