Daisy's POV
I could not stay in that room a second longer.
I excused myself, keeping my voice steady even though my chest was doing something ridiculous, and I walked out of there as calmly as I could manage.
The moment I was up the stairs and behind the bedroom door, I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. My face was pale, my eyes wide, and I looked exactly like someone who had just made a fool of themselves.
I pressed my fingers against my cheek and muttered under my breath.
"What are you doing, Daisy?"
Was I jealous? Because of him? Because of the way he had laughed at something Linda said, the way his whole face had softened in a way I had never once seen it do around me?
I shook my head and stepped away from the mirror. This was a contract. That was all it was.
