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
Amy and Mr. Gray arrived ten minutes early. I was waiting in the foyer with Benson, and we showed them to the drawing room, where Alex and Victor waited.Amy quietly looked around as I led her to the couch to sit with me. I could tell she was uncomfortable, so I squeezed her hand. It didn't help.Benson offered drinks to us and our guests, and then he served them on a silver tray. Amy was quiet the entire time while Mr. Gray spoke with Alex.It was apparent Amy and her father were uncomfortable, but Alex’s kindness began to put Mr. Gray at ease.“I’ve eaten at your restaurant on three occasions,” Alex said. “The food was wonderful. Your prime rib is the best I’ve ever tasted.”The praise made the chef more relaxed and happy. “Thank you, Mr. Wilson. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed my cooking.”“With your talent, you should consider getting into catering, too. There’s a lot of money to be made with less overhead than running a restaurant,” Victor added.“I considered catering at one time,”
“I am sorry I said that to you, “Amy said as she sat cross-legged across from me on my bed. “It was a rotten thing to say to my best friend.”“Why did you say it?” I asked.“I’m… I'm a little bit jealous of everything you have now,” Amy replied. “I hate being jealous of you, but I am.”“What are you jealous of?”“Oh, let's see. Stuff like the grand piano, the huge library, and the servants who do everything you ask them to do.”A tear rolled down Amy’s cheek. “It made me think about how I need to wash dishes all night at Dad’s restaurant so my family can afford to eat, and I got mad and jealous.”“I can understand that,” I told her. I felt guilty last night while eating at their restaurant because I knew she was in the kitchen doing the dishes.But it’s more than just jealousy,” Amy said as more tears welled in her eyes. “I see you changing more and more every day. And then today, when I saw how much you belong in this mansion, I got scared.”“Scared of what?” I didn’t understand what