Daisy. Describing her is like trying to capture smoke. She exuded an aura of mystery, an enigma wrapped in sweetness. The care she bestowed upon others was genuine, almost overwhelmingly so. Yet, beneath that gentle facade, there was an elusive quality, a certain cunningness that danced on the fringes of perception. Back then, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, and even now, I find it hard to define.
Jade's revelation about Daisy didn't come as a surprise. Deep down, I'd always sensed a complexity in her, something that set her apart. Even in our youth, while Jade and Ezra were charmed by her sweetness, I remained vigilant. I could see through the veneer, and detect the undercurrents of envy that flickered in her eyes. It was clear to me that she harbored feelings for Ezra and a resent
