Stella's P.O.V
I was sick to my stomach. I kept throwing up into the toilet since this morning.
"Stella? Are you in here?" I heard.
"Give me a moment!" I said. I flushed the toilet before washing my hands. I brushed my teeth again before walking out.
"Daisy!" I said happily. She ran over to me and hugged me. I've been back in California for about three days.
"I heard what happened. You alright?" Daisy asked me.
"We weren't in the penthouse when it happened but we're alright," I tell her.
"Are you feeling okay? I heard you throwing up in the bathroom."
"Probably something I ate" I tell her.
"Well since you're back, we have to hang out with the rest of the girls."
"I'd love to do that," I tell her.
"Great! Let's go get some lunch," Daisy told me.
"Okay."
We went to a restaurant
