Daisy. She had to have known Vivian was going to be here. Except, when I glanced sideways at my best friend, the frown on her face told me she hadn't. Or that this was, at the very least, an irritating development.
I'd forgive her, then. Just as soon as I turned around and got myself out of there. Because no way was I hanging out for the evening with the woman who'd done everything she could yesterday to smear me into the ground under her teeny, pointed heel.
Before I could march myself to the door and back home for another dose of cake and likely a bottle of wine for a chaser, Daisy came to my side, hand on my elbow, a big smile on her face. "Don't let her see you flinch." How did she do that? She spoke so quietly I'm sure I was the only one who heard while her lips didn't even move.