Page 82 of Pushing Daisy
“Anyway, what do you need to see Petra for?” Sloan says, moving toward the far side of the bed, where she picks up her dress and steps into it before pulling up the side zipper.
“I want to ask her something I’ve been wondering about, but I don’t want to do it through text. Since she should be here, I figured I could talk to her briefly.”
“What do you want to ask her?” Sloan asks.
“Okay. So you know about my family grimoire and all that. I’m curious if she can figure out how it got to me. Given everything with my parents, it wasn’t passed on to me like it should have been. I came home one day, and it was on my steps.”
Sloan’s cheeks heat. She knew it would come out at some point, but she had hoped they would be a little more solid in their relationship rather than freshly back together. “Well…”
“What?” Daisy asks.
“I’m the one who delivered it.”
Daisy’s eyes widen. She sees flashes of different emotions cross her features—shock, pain, joy. “What? How?” she stammers.
“Let’s just say my family has connections. We may not have been friends or liked each other then, but I knew I would want mine if I were in your position. I saw your face at that council meeting. You were crushed—rightly so. So I used some of our connections, found out where it was, and sent it so that you had that piece of your family history,” Sloan explains, her eyes avoiding Daisy’s, afraid that she may have ruined everything.
Daisy approaches, her hand laying softly on Sloan’s cheek. “Thank you,” Daisy says. “Thank you. I didn’t know how much I needed it, but I am beyond grateful for what you did.” Then her lips are on Sloan’s, and her world tips on its axis.
When they pull apart, they are breathing heavily again, and it takes all of Sloan’s resolve not to lay Daisy down and show her how much she loves her again. And again. And again. “One more thing, since I’m being honest,” Sloan says as she fixes their makeup with a finger snap.
“Yes?”
“I left my family’s company and have opened my own.”
“What?!” Daisy exclaims.
“I called it Bellis.”
“Bellis…” Daisy says. Sloan sees the wheels turning in her head as she tries to place the word. Daisy’s eyes soften and glisten with tears when she finds the answer. “But Bellis is the Latin name for?—”
“Daisy,” Sloan finishes.
“You are too much,” Daisy says, wrapping her arms around Sloan in the warmest and most loving hug she has ever received. A hug she never wants to leave.
“You are my inspiration,” Sloan replies, kissing the top of her head. “So it only made sense.”
When Daisy releases the hug, Sloan entwines their fingers and looks at the woman she can’t wait to spend the rest of her days with. “Shall we go?” she asks.
Daisy nods. As they head out the door, Daisy leans in and gives Sloan a gentle kiss on the cheek, then says lowly in her ear, “You are so getting fucking laid tonight. I hope you’re ready.”
“I can’t wait.”
CHAPTER 47
Daisy
Walking into the ballroom, Daisy is overwhelmed with pride. The guests are all dressed in their fancy clothes and the room is quite literally sparkling as twinkle lights and greenery canopy the ceiling. Small candles light the tables and sconces around the room help to add to the ambiance.
“This room looks divine,” Daisy says.
“No, you’re divine. The room looks great, but there is no comparison.” Sloan nuzzles into the crook of Daisy’s neck, sending goosebumps down to her toes and making her giggle like a little girl.
“Ssstoooppp,” Daisy laughs, batting Sloan away playfully.
“Fine,” Sloan replies, disappointed.
“Look how wonderful it is. Look at everyone together, enjoying spending time together,” she says, her eyes beginning to well up again. “We did this.”
