MIRELA

I sat in bed, waiting for the house to grow silent. I could still hear the faint patter of footsteps and hushed voices in the hallway. A door opened, and I sighed—Daisy was still doing her version of charity work.

Taking clothes or whatever nonsense she had come up with had to be the most disgraceful thing she could do, but I was more disappointed than surprised.

I tried to push the thought out of my mind and focus on my agenda for the evening. I hoped my hints about spending the rest of the day in bed hadn’t been overlooked, because I had different plans for tonight.

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