“a party, huh?”
Daisy Baker liked parties. She wasn’t a ‘party girl’, so to speak, but she enjoyed parties. So when Thomas -her partner-in-cri... ahem, friend- dragged her to a party, she didn’t mind too much. Apparently, it was thrown by one Lucy Nightingale. Daisy had never heard of her, so she didn’t make much of it.
When they arrived, she was immediately impressed. The house was a big one, that Miss Nightingale was probably rich. She entered the living room, Thomas tailing behind her.
“Fancy house, huh?” he commented. “I’m going to see if there’s a garden, I could do with some fresh air.”
And he disappeared quickly. So, Daisy found herself alone among the other guests, idly strolling by and listening to the conversations. But then, a voice caught her attention, louder than the others. She couldn’t quite hear everything the voice was saying, but clearly, whoever it was wasn’t happy. Daisy made her way through the crowd, trying to get closer.
The one who’d spoken was a young woman -about her own age, Daisy reckoned-, who was... scolding a waiter, it seemed.
“Now, you do realize that drink is warm?” she said.
“Well, I’m -”
“I know, you’re sorry. Doesn’t change anything.” she huffed. “But never mind.”
She seemed to notice Daisy’s presence, because she turned around to face her.
“Hello!” she said. “I’m Lucy Nightingale. And you are...?”
Daisy suddenly felt a little warm, despite the chilly night air. Lucy had lovely eyes, she noticed. Pale eyes, glimmering with the chandelier’s light. And silky, wavy black hair. Daisy couldn’t help but realize that her heart was beating just a bit faster than it usually did.
“I’m... Daisy Baker. You’ve lovely eyes - I mean, you’ve a lovely house.”
Lucy laughed - a clear, crystalline laugh.
“Thank you! Would you like to see the garden?”
“Sure!”
And with that, they went off.
And as they say, the rest was history.
( @theinsanelylogical here ygo!!
