Daphne's POV The sweet, buttery scent of pancakes filled the kitchen, curling up into the air like invisible ribbons. I stood beside Daisy’s mum, whisk in hand, trying my best to look like I belonged here—like I had always been her daughter, standing at this counter, sharing this exact moment. Every gesture felt like a performance, every word carefully weighed before it left my mouth.Mrs. Anderson hummed lightly as she poured batter into the pan, the sizzle sharp and satisfying. “You always loved pancakes, Daisy,” she said with that maternal smile that could melt anyone’s defenses. “Every time you came home, you insisted I make them. You’d say no one could ever match your mother’s pancakes.” She chuckled softly.I forced a smile. “Well, you were right. No one can.”She gave me a quick, affectionate glance that made my stomach twist with guilt. For a second, I wasn’t Daphne—I was Daisy, her daughter, her blood, the woman who actually deserved this memory. But I couldn’t let that crac
Daphne's POV I woke to warmth. Real warmth.Oliver’s arms were still wrapped around me as if the night had never ended. His breathing was slow and even, his chest rising against my back. For a moment, I didn’t dare move. I just wanted to stay here—suspended in this fragile cocoon where the world couldn’t intrude, where Daisy’s existence didn’t hover like a shadow between us.I turned slightly, enough to see his face in the pale morning light that leaked through the curtains. His hair was tousled, his jawline sharp in repose, but what struck me most was how young he looked like this—unguarded, unarmored, almost boyish. Something twisted in me, a mixture of tenderness and fear.He stirred, his arms tightening around me instinctively, and when his eyes blinked open, he smiled.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.I smiled back, shyly, suddenly conscious of how close we were. “Morning.”His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, lingering longer than necessary ag
Daphne's POV We arrived back at the house, the evening air still clinging to my skin like a heavy cloak. The silence between us stretched the entire ride home, thick and suffocating, though Oliver kept throwing me puzzled glances from the driver’s seat. I couldn’t meet his eyes. My chest felt like it was being squeezed by invisible hands.When we stepped into the house, everything seemed too still, too pristine. The warm lights spilling across the polished floors only made me feel more alien inside these walls that never truly belonged to me. Oliver walked ahead and opened the door to my room—the one Daisy should have occupied—and held it as though waiting for me to enter first.I walked inside quietly, my heels clicking softly against the floor, but I didn’t look at him. My heart was pounding too loudly, and my thoughts were a storm I couldn’t control.He closed the door behind us and leaned against it, folding his arms. His eyes lingered on me, questioning, searching.“You’ve been
Daphne's POV We walked past several doors, our footsteps light so we wouldn't make a single sound. Getting to the front door, with Oliver in front, I waited for him to unlock the door.Quietly, he unlatched the bunch of keys from his belt. Just as he turned the key in the keyhole, the door opened slightly. He pushed it open just so we could pass through.I heard the sound of a door open and when I turned, it was Brittany, poking her head from her door.“What's going on?” She whispered.“Shh…go back to bed.” I whispered back, waving her off. Brittany has always been a light sleeper, so I wasn't surprised that she was woken up by the sound.I just hope she's the only one awake. “Come on, let's hurry before anyone else sees us.” Oliver whispered.We padded past the main building, past the pool, careful to avoid the lights that hovered above the roofs. The forbidden building was located towards the rear end of the villa, a bit far from the old servant's quarters.We walked past the gues
Daphne's POV By the time the last guest finally left, the house had grown quiet again. The laughter, the music, the endless conversations—all of it faded into echoes as the grand hall emptied. Daisy’s parents excused themselves with tired smiles, retreating to their rooms. I watched them disappear down the hallway, relief and dread curling together in my stomach.Oliver and I lingered behind, walking slowly toward the balcony where the night air spilled in cool and fresh. The city lights glittered in the distance, a sharp contrast to the suffocating glamour of the ballroom.For the first time that evening, we were alone.I leaned against the railing, exhaling deeply. My heels ached, my head pounded, but more than that, my heart felt heavy with everything unsaid. Oliver joined me, his suit jacket slightly undone, his expression softened by exhaustion.“You did well tonight,” he said quietly, breaking the silence. “Everyone left satisfied. Your parents were glowing.”I gave a small smi
Daphne's POV The laughter echoed across the hall, a blend of clinking glasses, half-drunk conversations, and the polite roar of good cheer. The chandeliers threw their golden light across the ballroom, washing the walls in warmth and gloss, and for a moment, it almost looked like one of those dream parties from movies. Except it wasn’t a dream for me. It was a trap.I stood at one corner of the hall, my back pressed against the wall, forcing my lips into the faintest semblance of a smile so I wouldn’t draw attention. Oliver stood beside me, his tall frame poised in that calm, controlled way he always carried himself. He looked like he belonged here. I still felt like a trespasser wearing Daisy’s skin.Across the room, I spotted them—*our* parents, Daisy’s parents, sitting among business partners and old friends. They laughed without reserve, raising glasses of wine, their voices carrying warmth I hadn’t felt in years. I should’ve been happy to see them smiling, but instead my stomach