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“What do you mean I can’t talk to him?” Daisy said. Her voice seemed slightly hysterical to her own ears. “He’s my fiance, and he’s being held for something he didn’t do!” Well, she couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t been home when all this started, but Daisy refused to even consider it. Walden might have executed for a people and he might have been mixed up with some bad people, but she refused to believe he could be so cold-blooded.

The security guard had no sympathy, and Daisy ended up stomping off after he agreed to find her someone to talk to about him. While she waited, she sat down on one of the lobby couches. The hotel was lovely, but she couldn’t enjoy it, not with as angry as she was.

Daisy looked up sharply as someone on the couch across from her sighed. She knew she should know who this woman was. She also had a D-name. Diane? Diana? It was something like that. She recognized the woman as Malcolm’s fiance. Her eyes widened as she connected the events of the newspaper. “Have they let you see Malcolm?” she asked, leaning in.

Diana! Future mariée! Je suis content que tu ne sois plus en colère contre moi. C'est très agréable d'être à nouveau amis. Tu es tellement ... tu es tellement cool. Je veux être cool comme vous, ou je voulais, et puis René est mort et maintenant je pense que je veux juste concevoir des bâtiments et comme, monter à cheval pour toujours? Est-ce bien d'être amoureux? Je ne sais pas si j'ai déjà été amoureux auparavant, est-ce bien? Tu es jolie. Malcolm a de la chance.

Translation: Diana! Bride-to-be! I'm glad you're not mad at me any more. It is very nice to be friends again. You are so... you are so cool. I wanna be cool like you, or I wanted to, and then Rene died and now I think I want to just design buildings and like, ride horses forever? Is it nice to be in love? I don't know if I've ever been in love before, is it nice? You're pretty. Malcolm's lucky.

“I don’t know her very well, but if I had to give a little advice, be cautious what you say around her. I’m told the wrong word once can mark you for life. She’s been nice to me, though.”

Of course Charlie had let Diana drag her around to get ready for this party. The older girl didn’t really have anything to do in the meantime, and Diana was offering to give her free food at the tastings, so there could be worse ways to spend the time. And at least she was going to get absolutely plastered at the party. Diana did know how to throw a party. It was all the money she put into it. And time. And effort.

Way too much work for Charlotte’s taste, but the parties were of easy access to her, so all she had to do was follow Diana around to every little place and nod and give opinions on which white was best, eggshell, bone, or alabastor. It gave Charlie a slight headache, but the end was almost here. On Diana’s birthday, they were both going to have a blast. 

“So what kind of food are we tasting today?” Charlie asked, taking a sip of firewhiskey from a flask before tucking it away in her purse. “I’m ready to eat. But please dear Merlin don’t feed me snails like the last guys tried to.”