Daisy Ginger hesitated not at all and threw up the water.
"Tastes awful..." she mumbled, frowning in complaint.
Edward Stephens, who was splashed with the sober-up tea: "..."
He glanced at Daisy Ginger, who was too drunk to know better yet still picky, feeling an urge to toss her back onto the bed.
He took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and poured her a cup of warm water.
This time, she drank it obediently.
Edward Stephens tucked her back into the covers, gave her a look, then walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside to gaze at the dazzling night of Banyan City.
He couldn't fathom why such a lovely evening was spent with Daisy Ginger, this drunken woman.
He stood for a moment, then heard Daisy Ginger whining from the bed.
He glanced at her and heard her complain it was hot.
Daisy Ginger was wearing a fitted fishtail dress, beautiful indeed, but at this moment, clearly becoming a prisoner of her own choices.
