Daphne's POV As soon as the door clicked shut behind Christine, I let out a slow, shaky breath.My palms were damp. My heart still pounded in my chest like a drum. Every word, every smile, every carefully timed chuckle during that conversation had taken a little piece of me. It was like walking through a minefield in heels.I sat down on Daisy’s...my chair, and leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment.That had been too close.Christine had never visited me casually before. Never been one to care for “cousin bonding” unless there was a camera or gossip column nearby. Her sudden interest in spending time together, coupled with her unusually gentle smile and probing questions, had raised every internal alarm bell I had.She was testing me.And I think I failed. Not completely. But just enough for her to feel it.I replayed every moment in my mind like a movie reel on fire. The innocent stories she brought up, shared vacations from when we were children, the name of Daisy’s ballet inst
Christine’s POVThe soft hum of the evening breeze whispered through the partially opened windows of the study. A half-empty glass of red wine sat beside me, the rim smudged with the faintest trace of plum lipstick. I’d been swirling it in slow circles for the past five minutes, staring not at the wine but at the flames dancing in the fireplace.Something wasn’t right.No...someone wasn’t right and that someone was Daisy.Or... whoever she was pretending to be.I’d watched her closely at the board meeting earlier today. Her smile was just a little too perfect. Her tone, just a bit too careful. She dodged questions from Xavier with the grace of a ballerina—ironic, considering the context—but not with the same sharpness Daisy once wielded.The Daisy I knew wasn’t afraid of conflict. She’d meet you head-on, knock you back with a smile, and then walk away in Louboutins like nothing happened.But the woman who sat in that boardroom today? She flinched when Xavier questioned her about the 2
Christine’s POVThe hum of the car engine was the only sound filling the silence between us as Xavier drove through the dimly lit city. The evening shadows cast long patterns on the dashboard, and I found myself watching the way my husband’s jaw tightened as he shifted gears. He hadn't spoken since we left the boardroom, and neither had I. But my thoughts were loud.Too loud.Finally, I turned to him. “Xavier,” I said softly, not wanting to sound accusatory just yet. “Have you noticed anything strange about Daisy lately?”He didn’t respond immediately. His hand flexed on the steering wheel. Then, he exhaled sharply and gave a low chuckle.“I thought I was the only one going crazy,” he said. “She’s... different.”I folded my arms, leaning back into the seat. “Exactly. There’s something off. The way she speaks, how she carries herself. Did you notice how unsure she was when you asked her about last year’s gala? Daisy never forgets those details.”He nodded. “And she used to cut me off w
Daphne's POV A gentle knock on the office door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in," I called, straightening in my chair.Xavier stepped inside, his expression charmingly casual. He closed the door behind him, a soft but deliberate sound that echoed through the office. The air seemed to shift the moment he entered—his cologne, subtle and masculine, filled the space."Daisy," he said with a smile that was just a little too confident. "You’re back, and looking more stunning than ever."I gave a measured smile. "Thank you, Xavier. It's good to be back."He moved closer, eyeing me with a familiarity that made my skin prickle. He walked to the side of my desk and leaned against it, folding his arms in a casual pose."Everyone’s missed you," he said, his voice low, almost intimate. "But I think I missed you most. There’s been a certain... energy missing in this building."I forced a small laugh, unsure of how to respond without giving myself away. My heart pounded, but I tried to appear u
Daphne's POV The ballet theatre smelled the same…warm wood and soft perfume, with a hint of determination in the air. As I stepped through the glass doors, I wasn’t sure if my heels were clicking out of habit or nerves.“Daisy!”Jade’s voice pierced the silence of the foyer before the receptionist could even greet me. She bolted down the hallway in her usual dramatic flair, arms open wide, brown eyes already glistening. In seconds, she wrapped me in a hug so tight, I could barely breathe.“I missed you so much!” she whispered against my shoulder. “It hasn’t been the same without you.”I held her back, fighting the lump in my throat. “I missed you too.”She finally let go, stepping back to study me with those perceptive eyes. “You look amazing,” she said, almost suspiciously. “Healthy. Like, glowing.”I smiled a little. “Thank you.”She wasn’t entirely wrong. Therapy, eating well, and the peace I’d found—even if temporary—had started to show. The scars beneath the surface were still h
Daphne's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the windows like warm ribbons of gold. I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out the curls in my hair while Dahlia’s laughter echoed faintly from the garden. Her joy lifted my heart, even though a part of me was still tethered to Delilah’s hospital bed.She was still there… recovering. Breathing, healing, strong. And for that, I was grateful.Brittany stepped into the room with her usual grace. “Ma’am, Dahlia’s already in the garden. I just checked on her. She’s running around with her teddy again.”I smiled. “Thank you, Brittany.”She gave me a knowing look. “You look tired.”“I didn’t sleep much,” I confessed. “I kept thinking about Delilah, about yesterday, about... everything.”“You need to take care of yourself too, Daphne,” Brittany said softly as she brought over my pale blue dress. “You have your therapy today, right?”I nodded. “Yes. I’m going straight to the ballet theatre afterwards. I’ll pass by the hospital in the eveni