Trapped

Alicia’s POV

“Alicia!”

Daya’s full bodied hug surprised me and i returned it a little, before letting go. She was beaming and I nearly thought she appeared to not be the Daya that I knew.

I smiled at her a little, injecting warmth into my tone as I asked, “How are you? You look good!”

And, yes, she really did.

She had a tan on her that glowed, and was decked from top to bottom in glittering jewels, a sparkling headband, gold earrings and necklace, and a white fur coat that looked expensive based on the feel.

It would have looked gaudy on anyone else but somehow it just fit her, and I knew

“I’m doing great,” she enthused as we sat down, across from each other with the round table between us.

The restaurant ambience was wonderful for a late brunch, and I noticed the patrons were few and far between, upon gazing about a little while a waiter walked up to us.

“What will you have?” The waiter asked with a smile on his face.

“I’ll have a martini and some steak with a salad,” Daya ordered fir