Angel Blackwood(24)

“I did, didn’t I?” She says to herself.

“I’m Daisy.” She bumps my shoulder with hers playfully.

“Angel.” I smile back.

Normally I would back away afraid of trusting someone new, but maybe it’s time I start reaching out to people. I need to start giving people the benefit of the doubt and try something new.

I extend the olive branch and casually say, “We should hang out sometime.” Even though I’m a little nervous for her response. Maybe she doesn’t want to hang with someone like me, she’s all pretty and girly, me? Well me… not so much.

Her eyes widen. “Y… you wanna hang out with m… me?” She stutters surprised.

My eyebrows furrow. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t I want to?”

She bites her nail deep in thought then whispers, “I don’t have any friends or family. Tony says no one wants to hang out with a weak wolf.”

I immediately feel anger toward this Tony. Daisy looks as if she wouldn’t hurt a fly. How could anyone be so vile toward her.

She reminds me a lot of how I was before I allowed people to taint me. I don’t want to see her break like I did or go through what I had to.

“Who’s this Tony?” I spit out a little harsher than I mean to. I watch her tremble at my tone and I immediately try to calm myself down.

“M…my mate,” she says, looking down at the scarf on the rack in front of us.





“You found anything you like yet, sweetie?” Alex breaks the tension smiling wildly. She looks down at little Daisy next to me and back to me waiting for an introduction.

“Mom, this is Daisy.” Daisy whips her up to look at me.

Alex smiles at Daisy. “It’s lovely to meet you, honey.”

“You too, Luna,” Daisy says softly before turning to me. “What type of dress are you looking for?”

I follow her around the store. “Well, tonight is the ceremony to join me with my pack, so I need something appropriate.”

She clicks a finger as if a light bulb just turned on. “Ah! I have the perfect dress for you.”

“Wait, you work here? I thought you were shopping?” I laugh to myself .

“Yeah, I work and help with the designing and making of the clothes. I know…” she gestures to herself. “…I don’t really look like I have a fashion sense, but I make a mean outfit. Tony’s momma owns the store and lets me work here. I have this dress I just made. Wait here and I’ll fetch it.” She scurries off behind the Employee’s only door. I look to Alex and she shrugs.

Daisy comes out holding a black dress. Pushing me towards the dressing room, she hands me it. After undressing and putting the dress on, I call for one of them to zip up the back.

Little Daisy comes in and I turn my back for her to zip it up. I hear a little gasp and I close my eyes waiting for the questions, but they never come. Instead she just zips me up, turns me around and pulls me in for a hug. I can feel the tension in her body; I understand the feeling of not wanting to be touched so I get that this is a big thing for her. Her kindness causes a lump in my throat.

She pulls away, opening the door for Alex to see. Alex has a brilliant smile and she claps her hands like a little girl while she squeals, “It’s absolutely beautiful, Angel.”

I turn around to look in the mirror and I’m lost for words. The little black dress fits me perfectly. It has a built in corset, long black lace sleeves run down my arms and a sweetheart neckline with a smidgen of cleavage caused by the corset that holds all the goods up tight, finishes of the look.

“I think I made this with you in mind. I was going to keep it till I found the right person to wear it and… well, it’s perfect for you. You have to wear this tonight, I’d be so honoured,” Daisy says, holding her hands close to her chest in a prayer gesture.

“I think Daisy here is right. This is definitely the one, Angel,” Alex says, gently placing her arm over Daisy’s shoulders. Daisy visibly tenses, but when she looks up to Alex’s smiling face she swiftly relaxes.

“You have any shoes to match?” I ask her, making her scurry off excitedly toward the shoe corner of the store. She comes back with a pair of glittery purple platforms.

“Okay, I know they’re all girly and you don’t seem like you’re into the whole dressing up thing, but trust me with this, okay?” She says confidently; no longer the shy girl I met moments before. She obviously has a passion for fashion and what she does.

I hesitantly look into the mirror after putting the shoes on. “It’s perfect!” I look at her in the reflection of the mirror and she blushes.