Daphne’s POV
I held my tongue until we reached Bianca’s front door. The studio had been too crowded, too loud, and I couldn't risk making a scene there. Plus, I’d intentionally ditched Adrian; I couldn't stand the sight of his face right now.
I followed Bianca into her bedroom and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her sink onto the edge of the mattress.
“Today was probably the best day of my life, Daphne,” she beamed. She kicked her shoes off, her voice thick with excitement. “I actually felt like a model. My dreams are finally coming true.” She sat up straighter, her eyes dancing. “And I’ll be seen with Adrian.”
I felt my fingernails dig into my palms. “What did you do with Adrian?”
The smile on her lips faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion. “What do you mean? W
