DAISY
"Where are we going?" I asked the girl arranging my hair.
"Somewhere fun, just the two of us." She answered, her eyes staring at mine from the mirror ahead of us.
"And why do I need to wear your heels and dress?"
"Because we need to look elegant, Daisy. When will you stop arguing." She huffed from behind me and continue doing my hair.
For weeks Riley had been treating me poorly so it's astonished me when she walked into the room with a smile on her face and insist to take me out after I've had a painful conversation with my father and he had shown no intention of seeing mom.
I mean he should care for her, even if he had no means of making money. She is his wife. She deserves better.
But of course, he is a renegade. Mom would be disappointed in him. It was the reason I di
