Leaning into Brett, Daisy whispered, "I have to use the restroom."
His head swiveled toward me. "Everything okay?"
She nodded. "I'll be right back." She told him.
He helped with her seat and she left towards the restroom. She'd just made it past the ballroom entrance, when she ran into a familiar face.
"Sheila," She said in surprise, stopping. "I didn’t know you were here."
"Daisy...," Sheila called sweetly. "Actually, my boyfriend was wrapped up in a project, so we ran a little late. Missed dinner entirely, but at least I got my hands on one of those strawberry things they served for dessert."
"Badass." Daisy said.
"Totally." Sheila smiled.
Daisy took Sheila's appearance in. She looked really good. Softer, sweeter. Still stunning and sultry in an off sleeve silver dress.
Getting away from Manuel Hampton had done her a lot of good. And having a new man in her life surely helped. But then the thought that she could let herself get manipulated into sleeping with Manuel, a
