I cried all the way back to the mansion. Amy remained silent, patting my arm occasionally and handing me tissues when I needed them.
She pulled into the driveway and to the front entrance before she spoke.
“It looks like Alex has company,” she said. “Who’s limos are they?”
I punched the seat. “That one is Lana’s, and the one pulling in next to us is Lily James’s. The nerve of that pushy woman. She followed us!”
“But look, Daisy,” Amy pointed toward the front doors. “Victor is here.”
I wiped my eyes and saw Victor coming toward me. He opened the car door and took me into his arms.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he crooned. “Gisele called and told me what happened. So I had Findlay call everyone here for a quick meeting to set them all straight.”
I stopped crying and no
