51.

Days passed and now it was the day of their annual function. 

The whole college was decorated amazingly. Performances were going to start in the hall and the match was also taking place. 

In the hall, Daisy was taking care of everything. She was looking for the costumes and was checking on every student if they were ready or not. 

Once again her long hair was tied into a loosened ponytail. Some of her silver strands were kissing her cheekbones. Her every moment caused them to lean towards her cheeks. Her sharp eyes took care of everything around her. She was attending everything carefully. A board was in her hand and her other hand was holding a blue ball pen. 

“Max! Max, where are you?” she called for him. He did not answer her two times