Daria's POV
"I can't believe how well that meeting with Sammy went," Nora laughed as we stepped back into the house, and I headed upstairs while she ran into the kitchen to finish her almond cake.
So gross.
I took the stairs two at a time to hop into the shower before Christa Came back with the dresses her sister designed, I'm so fucking excited to go out to party. Well, it's an infiltration takeover, hehe, but I'm going to enjoy myself.
I lathered myself in shower gel and scrubbed the crap out of my hair. Whistling at the satisfaction of my life, I brushed through my hair while conditioning. Now, what to do with Molly?
Any Ideas?
'Personally, I think she makes a great Trojan Horse,' Ad muttered, snickering at its success.
That's true. She did very well, but then she dropped off the face of the earth for a couple of months, and I need her to come back to us.
