Victor’s POVI was invited to the dinner with William and his parents, but I thought things would go better for Daisy without me.Instead, I had an extremely rare steak at my favorite restaurant and planned on a quiet evening at home. But as I was getting back into my car, I had the urge to find out if the dinner was successful.After all, it was my idea.But when I got to Alex’s mansion and peeked into the drawing room, I discovered Morton and Lily James were still there, having brandy with Alex.Where were William and Daisy?Feeling like a spy, I backed away from the doorway. Why was I sneaking around Alex’s home, peeking into the rooms?However, I knew I didn’t want to announce myself and be trapped into making small talk with William's parents.They were nice people but incredibly dull.So I went back to the foyer, intending to leave. But the sound of voices at the top of the staircase made me pause in an alcove.I listened to Daisy and William talking as they came downstairs and
“I must go home now,” Victor said as we left the living room. “It’s been a long day. But I’m glad things are working out well for you, Daisy.”“Thank you, Victor,” I said. “I hope things work out for you too.”And I meant it. Victor has been very helpful and kind to me lately. If he wasn’t such a selfish, rich Alpha, maybe I would like him.As we walked to the foyer, William’s father came out of the powder room and spotted us. I felt Victor cringe beside me.“Hello, Victor,” Mr. James said. He had such a booming voice. “It’s nice to see you. But it’s getting late, and I’m afraid we must be going.”“That’s too bad,” Victor said. “I’m sorry to have missed your visit and Alex's dinner, but I had other matters to attend to.”“Have you and Daisy set a date for your wedding?” Mr. James asked Victor as Alex came out of the drawing room.Victor and I exchanged looks while William looked at the floor.I wasn’t sure what to say, and I was pretty sure Victor was afraid I would let it slip that o
Victor and I followed William and Mr. and Mrs. James outside to see them off. I should have grabbed a sweater because the temperature was dropping. It was much cooler than it had been when I was in the garden with William.As I stood next to the James’s car, waiting for Mr. James to finish talking to Victor, I crossed my arms over my chest to keep from shivering.I could see my breath. It blew out of my nose and mouth in plumes, and my glasses began fogging up.Before long, I could barely see out of them, so I took them off and tried to clear the fog with my shirt tail.“Have you ever considered wearing contact lenses, Daisy?” William's mother asked me. “I think you would look much prettier.”I recalled her comments about my wetsuit and where to buy a ball gown and sighed. She may have good intentions, but I was already a bit stressed at the moment.“I think she looks fine with her glasses, Mother,” William said. It was nice to have William stick up for me.But Victor overheard the qu
After school the next afternoon, Victor was waiting in the Lamborghini by the gate. As he helped me into the car, I noticed a small white bag on the car’s dashboard.“That bag is for you,” Victor told me as he climbed behind the steering wheel. “Findlay picked them up from Dr. Martin’s office this afternoon.”“Is that my contact lenses?” I felt pangs of both anxiety and excitement as I picked up the bag and peeked inside.The bag held two plastic cases, each with two round wells that unscrewed and a squirt bottle of contact solution.I knew from an instructional video that the solution was for cleaning and storage of my contacts, but I was surprised to see that there were two pairs of contacts in the bag.“Why two pairs?” I asked.“Because contact lenses have a way of getting dropped and lost,” Victor replied. “You should always have spares.”I opened one of the round wells and briefly peeked inside at a contact lens.The round transparent plastic contact floating in a solution didn’t
“I bet you look terrific in your contacts, Daisy,” Amy told me at school a few days later. We were at our lockers, getting ready to leave for the day.“I know I should be wearing them, but they make my eyes feel dry.” I blinked a few times as I thought of it.“If you don’t wear them, you’re never gonna get used to them,” Amy said. She looked at me sideways for a moment. “Are you sure dry eyes are why you’re not wearing them?”Amy knew me so well. The truth was the contacts weren’t bad to wear most of the time, but I still worried about others thinking I was trying to be somebody I wasn’t.And me showing up at school without glasses would get everybody talking about me again.“Don’t worry, I’ll try again tomorrow,” I said. “And I’ll wear them for sure to the ball. So you’ll get to see me wearing them there.”“I appreciate you letting me wear your green gown,” Amy said. “I think it’ll be fun to dress up for a change.”“I’m glad you’re looking forward to it.” I gave her a side hug. “I ca
I was too angry to speak to Victor on the drive home. My mind was swirling with the words I wanted to say. But I needed to compose myself if I wanted to be able to say the words that would get Amy invited to my ball.It was my ball. Why couldn’t I have my best friend there?As soon as Victor pulled the Lamborghini in front of the mansion's front entrance, I jumped out and speed-walked straight to Alex’s den.The door was open, and I could see Alex behind his desk. He was on the phone, but he looked up and saw me and smiled.Victor caught up with me a few seconds later as I anxiously stood in the doorway, waiting for Alex to finish his call. I indicated Alex was on the phone and put a finger to my lips for him to be quiet.He nodded and silently waited beside me. When Alex saw us, he ended his phone call and waved us inside the room.“Good afternoon,” Alex said. “Why are you both wearing such serious expressions?”“I need to talk to you and Victor,” I said. I was trying to remain calm,
When I got to school the next day, I was overjoyed to find Amy waiting in our usual spot. She waved and gave me a sheepish grin as I hurried to her side.“I’m really sorry about yesterday, Daisy,” Amy said. “It wasn’t right for me to get mad at you.”Amy bit her lip. “I guess I was just kind of hurt and feeling left out of your life more than I was mad.”“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m sorry too, and guess what ….”“No, listen.” Amy took my hand. “I want you to know I’m happy about how things have turned out. You deserve much better than the life you had with your adoptive parents.”I threw my arms around her and gave her a big hug. I should have known she wouldn’t stay mad at me.Plus, I totally understood that she was more hurt than angry. If Amy’s dad was having a big party for Amy’s eighteenth birthday, and I wasn’t invited, I would have felt the same way.“Oh, Amy, thank you. You don’t know how much better I feel,” I told her. “I was afraid I had lost you.”“Nope.” Amy grinned. “You’re
Victor’s POVDaisy looks good in a dress. The blue sheath dress she was wearing fit too loosely, but it still showcases her gorgeous legs.I should have asked her to wear her contacts. She really does look incredible without her glasses. It’s such an amazing transformation.As I held the Lamborghini's door for her, she asked, “Where are we going?”“We’re going to dinner,” I replied. “I made a reservation at Gray’s restaurant. I want to speak to Amy myself.”I walked around the car and got behind the steering wheel. After starting the engine, I noticed Daisy was fidgeting with the hem of her dress. I knew that meant she was worried.“What are you gonna say to Amy?” Daisy asked.“I’m going to assure her that she is welcome at your ball,” I replied. “So you can stop worrying. I would never hurt your best friend’s feelings on purpose.”That statement was mostly true. Although in the past, I have taken to task a few clumsy Beta waitresses, I wouldn’t deliberately say anything to upset a fr