Daisy was in the closet, trying to change out of her negligee.
“Who is he to send me to my room like a child?” she muttered, teetering unsteadily in the massive closet. Still intoxicated from her binge earlier, she fumbled around for a new nightgown that didn’t have grass stains along the hem.
“Hunter is such a jerk –ahh!”
Daisy lost her balance and fell to the floor. In a quick attempt to steady herself, she reached out to grab a fistful of Hunter’s shirts dangling from the closet rod, but she yanked them right off their hangers.
Blinking wildly, she realized she was lying in a pile of clothes on the floor, and she burst out into a fit of laughter.
From this new angle on the floor, a shimmer of pink caught her attention from beneath the bottom row of folded pants.
“Oooh, what’s
