Stephanie's POV
Hmmmm… Daria. The name rolls off the tongue. Where is that little fucking bitch? I snapped my pink flip phone open and rapidly tapped at the keypad with the flat ends of my light pink nails.
Sigh.
I texted her and called our, sigh, dad. He answered on the first ring, making me smile, and my mood instantly improved by ten points.
"Hello, Pumpkin? Is everything okay? I have a meeting with the shareholders in ten minutes," his voice was as steady as always.
"It's a super quick call, Dad. Have you seen…" I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried with all my might to say her name without disdain, "Molly?" Big fail.
"Do you both have to say her name like that? You all grew up together," his voice had a hint of exasperation that pissed me right off.
