CHAPTER 14: A HONEYMOON TRIP

“Daisy, what happened to your lips?” Mr. Astor’s puzzled voice echoed in the room, the confusion evident in his tone.

I glanced at Dylan, a smirk playing on his lips. He was such a jerk. The events of last night still lingered in my mind, his strange behavior leaving me baffled. And that kiss, oh, it was something else. It felt like a gentle caress to my soul, revitalizing me in ways I had never experienced before. But he took it too far, kissing me relentlessly for a solid half an hour.

The exhaustion from the frantic preparations I had made to meet his parents had consumed me, and I couldn’t even recall when I drifted off into a deep sleep.

As I stood there, my mouth hanging open, the room fell silent. I searched desperately for an excuse, but my mind drew a blank.

Just as the awkwardness became unbearable, Mrs. Diana came to my rescue. Her voice cut through the tension. “Ron, let it go. Have your breakfast, you’re running late.”

Her words offered a lifeline, even though I knew