Page 85 of Maximum Dare
I pulled back and let the curtain fall closed as I hid behind it. There was no way I could go out there and parade in front of her looking like this. The evening had just gotten considerably worse.
There was still time to make a run for it.
I let out a protracted moan; there was no choice but to go through with it for the sake of those poor children, at least. The thought of seeing their faces brighten gave me courage.
This isn’t about you. Do the right thing and put on a smile. Make it look like you want to be here.
With my pep talk over and with big, clumsy feet, I wobbled into the loo.
I looked in the closest mirror and reassured myself. Even I didn’t recognize me in this curly wig, red painted mouth, dark eye shadow and red bauble nose. I looked like a freak in a nightmare.
I’d be haunting my own dreams.
Scurrying out, I headed back to the waiting area.
“Daisy Whitby?” It was a familiar voice.
She was right behind me. I felt her glare scorching my back.
“I thought that was you,” said Morgan, her tone mocking.
I didn’t want to turn around, didn’t want to talk with her. And I really didn’t want to see her smug face taking pleasure in my humiliation.
This washerworldof high-fashion and glamour, with beautiful people and their posh dresses and overly priced handbags. I’d stepped into hell and she was the Queen of Flames.
Morgan caught up with me. “Are you in this?”
I turned to face her. “This is a charity event.”
She looked aghast. “You can’t go out there looking like…”
“I’m part of a club that’s helping out today,” I said in my defense.
She looked me up and down. “Whose idea was it to include you?”
How Nick could find Morgan more appealing than me was a mystery. Yes, she was pretty, but she wasn’t kind…or thoughtful…or even someone you could trust. It didn’t make sense.
She stepped closer. “Are you going to apologize?”
“For what?”
“You crashed our engagement party.”
Her words stung, but I didn’t let it show. “I had no idea it was that kind of party.”
“Nice little stunt you pulled in the pool.”
“So nice of you to notice,” I said sarcastically. And then I sighed. “Nick is all yours now.”
“That’s right. He dumped your sorry ass.”
“Because he was cheating on me with you.” I glared at her. “I’m no threat, Morgan.”
“Really? I’m beginning to think you are. First, you stalked us at…what was that place called?”
“Isobel’s Bar?”
“Glad you admit it,” she snapped. “Then you turn up at his home at a private event. Now you’re here.”
