Chapter 14:
Ciara's POV
I stood frozen, Luna Eleanor's piercing question hanging in the air like a challenge as my heart drummed in my ear.
"How did you meet Daryl?" she asked again in disdain, her eyes never leaving mine.
My knees buckled beneath me.
"Sit," she ordered, as though she'd noticed that my knees buckled.
I moved towards the two chaise lounges surrounding a gold center table and sat, clasping my hands on my thighs, willing them to stop shaking.
What was I meant to say? How was I supposed to answer her?
The first thought that filtered through my head was to lie...
'Daryl and I met at a coffee shop?'
'We met at a socialite event or charity gala?'
'Work. I applied for a job at his company?'
Oh, how rich!
I groaned internally as I immediately thought against lying. If
