DAISY

I felt like I was shopping with my mom.

We were in a big store in downtown Hollywood that sells dresses that cost more than my life.

I was trying to find one that wasn't too expensive and also fine enough for Guy's manager's party tonight. The idiot was behind me, giving his opinion on every piece I took off the hanger and, I swear to God, I was about to make him swallow one of those pieces.

"Stop looking at the damn prices, Daisy. I can buy this entire store if you want."

"Presumptuous" I muttered, running my hand over some green fabric.

"Just pick something. We've been here for an hour!"

"You don't know how difficult it is to find something that shows that I'm trim and modest, but that I can be hot too if Henry Cavill is there."

"He won't" Guy repeated, crossing his arms.

"Carver, how long!" A girl with a feminine suit and the store logo on her chest came towards us.

She had a huge smile, red lips and curly hair tied in a bun. She was very beautiful. I suspected she might be one of Carver's many many lovers.

"How can I help you today? Something for your new friend?"

"It's good to see you, Kyle, can you help her find a party dress?"

"I have some options that would suit you very well" she addressed me.

I tried to open my lips to warn her about red dresses and silk, but she just raised her finger and turned her back to me.

"Do you bring your girlfriends here?" I asked jokingly, but I looked at Guy and he was smiling as he leaned on a rack with skirts "Wow. You really bring your dates here!"

"They love it."

"For God sakes. What has my life become this past week?" I sighed.

To be honest, it wasn't as weird living with Guy as I thought it would be. We saw each other more on the set than at home, and even then, we barely exchanged two words.

He even brought me home before going out with whoever was the poor thing that fell for his charms, which gave me great moments in the back seat of the car as a third wheel. I have a good memory of the redhead from yesterday who tried to give him a blowjob while Guy was driving.

On other days, he would sit next to me on the couch and turn on the television so we would talk badly about current TV series. It was nice to talk to someone who understood the field. Those were the only times we actually talked.

It was easy. Easier than a conventional wedding.

"If it makes you feel any better, I never keep in touch with a woman for more than a week and you're living in my house."

"No, I don't feel better"

We stared at each other for a few seconds. I was almost certain that Guy would try to hit on me again, but the Kyle woman appeared with her arms full of colorful clothes and forced us to break eye contact.