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Chapter 7 - If my day couldn't get ANY worst; it just did

What are the odds that in just one evening, I've tripped over my own feet at the biggest fashion show in New York, crash landed into the hottest supermodel in America, tried to eat a gummy apple bread in one evening and now...

 I'm on the verge of spending possibly ten years in prison stuck in the same cell with dad for food laundering and honestly, 

 I really hope they put us in separate cells. 

I looked at dad, shooting daggers at him with my eyes and then at the waitress, a new intern who was shooting daggers at mine. I looked around for Emily. Just great!

" Sir? You have to pay for your meal remember" 

" Yeah." He said, fumbling with his pockets "Just a sec" he fumbled a while longer and then held up a card in triumph. I heaved a sigh of relief and he held up his shoulder proudly " Bill it to my card" she glared at us and took it, running it once over the machine. Dad put in his pin and we waited, me dreaming of a cool well-spread bed and dad probably of his little monkey toy. 

 she held out the card at dad. " Insufficient funds sir" 

" Dad!" I yelled, glaring at him " What did you use the money for?" He looked up in deep thought and then shook his head. 

" I got that boat off Mrs Meyers this morning" I shook my head, exasperated as he rattled on " and then the apron hat. and those piggy bottom slippers." 

" Piggy bottom slippers?" I cried. " what do you want that for?" 

He shrugged " I don't know. I guess they've got cute butts that's all"

" Ok dad, that is SO weird!" I leaned against the counter " I can't believe this" Standing up tall, I shot the new waitress my bestest smile yet. " Could you kindly, fair maiden, tell us where Emily is?" What? Fair maiden? Where'd that come from? The-big-books-of-medieval-words-that-should-NEVER-be used locked up in my brain. 

 You're not a creepy 21st century Catherine Earnshaw Daisy!

My 'bestest' smile was obviously NOT working, not that I was surprised. I leaned against the counter and pulled on my bestest air of class and authority. Only that it didn't help when my hands kept sliding down the slippery marble counter. 

 Why does EVERYTHING have to be made out of marble?!!

" So, miss." I began, clearing my throat " My name is Daisy Thompson, a frequent, regular and LOYAL to the max customer and though I've tossed tissue over your rooftop at halloween though you don't have to know that. And probably defaced your furniture with my name, that you need not bother about knowing although I'm actually telling you…" I let out a huge breath, watching the waitress's face burn and glow in anger. Damn I'm really off to a good start here am I?. 

 And pulling off a couple of scenes didn't work either. 

 Dying, helpless puppy. 

" Please, please pretty please mam! We'll pay you tomorrow I promise" 

" I don't know where I left my wallet at home…" Dad began and one glare from me had him shut. 

 I tried money tycoon. 

" So, we forgot our wallet at home so what's the big deal babe? It happens to anyone. So, how 'bout this? You let us go and we bring you a bag of Money tomorrow? Deal?" And I came out of that thinking...

 Babe? Did I just call her 'babe'? Right! Now she thinks I'm a freaking lesbian!

 When she shot me a glass-shattering glance, I began to re-think my options. I tried loyal and submissive to the max. 

" We'll wash…" 

" I'm allergic to soap Daisy" Said my extremely ANNOYING father, cutting in but I went on. 

" Clean, sweep, anything. Just let us off this one time?" 

 When she reached out for the phone, I grew desperate. 

" Please don't call the police on us. My dad just steals gum off your counter and sometimes I sneak off tips on your desk and I know I'm babbling and still babbling the babbling but you've got to give us a second chance I mean my mom is dead and I'm sure you're wondering why I said that and I am too but my dad and I are the only ones left now and if you're arresting us, please make sure he gets a cell ten kilometers far from mine…" 

" Daisy?" Came an oddly familiar though hazy voice from behind. I recognized the soft tinkly bass though. And the velvety texture. And the soft drawl it had on words. I spun round. And gulped. 

cause standing right behind me was Justin Hayes. 

 You've got to be kidding me universe.