Daniel's POV The next morning, I waited at the small café near the edge of town. I stirred my coffee absently, barely noticing the gentle clink of the spoon against ceramic. My thoughts were far from the warm drink in front of me. They were consumed by the pictures Jonah had promised to bring—photos that might finally solve the mystery gnawing at me since I saw “Daisy” at the ballet theatre.When Jonah walked in, I almost did a double take again. Clean-shaven, crisp shirt tucked into ironed jeans, and not a trace of the slouchy, defeated man I once knew. His hair was trimmed neatly, and he even smelled like citrus cologne. I stood and greeted him with a surprised grin.“Damn,” I chuckled, giving him a firm handshake. “You look… different.”He smiled sheepishly. “Rehab, therapy, working out. It’s been over a year of trying to fix everything I destroyed.”I nodded, genuinely impressed. “I’m proud of you, man. Seriously. You’ve come a long way.”Jonah sat down and pulled out a worn fold
Daniel's POV The bar was quiet, lit in that low amber way that makes you feel like you're supposed to talk about serious things. I sat at a booth near the corner, my fingers wrapped around a cold bottle of malt, watching the door.A few minutes later, Jonah walked in.I blinked.He looked... different. Not the Jonah I remembered from back then—the scruffy, drunk, unreliable shadow of a man. This version stood tall. Clean shave, fresh haircut, and clothes that actually looked like he gave a damn. His shirt was pressed, his shoes polished. He looked... put together.I stood up. “Wow. Jonah?”He smiled sheepishly as we hugged briefly. “Hey, man.”“You look good,” I said, genuinely impressed. “Like—really good. I almost didn’t recognize you.”He gave a soft chuckle and sat across from me. “Thanks. I’ve been working on myself.”I nodded, still stunned. “Clearly.”He ordered a drink—just water—and when it came, he took a sip before speaking.“Ever since the divorce, I knew I had to do some
Daniel's POV The evening sky was painted in shades of burnt orange and soft purples as I steered the car onto the highway, heading home. The city lights began to flicker to life in the distance, twinkling like restless stars trapped in steel and concrete. But even with the comforting hum of the engine and the mellow playlist that trickled through the speakers, my mind wasn’t at peace.Joan had looked beautiful after her rehearsal—radiant and flushed, like someone lit from within. I had waited quietly at the door until she spotted me, and the way her eyes lit up had made the whole day worth it. Her hug still lingered on my skin, her perfume subtle but intoxicating.And yet… I couldn’t shake it.The woman I saw earlier in the hallway—the one everyone referred to as “Daisy”—was still dancing around in the corners of my mind. There was something about her. Something familiar. That face. That hesitation in her eyes when I’d politely greeted her. The second-guessing in her smile. It had be
Joan's POV Rehearsal had just ended, and I was wiping sweat from my forehead when I saw a tall figure standing at the entrance of the studio. At first, I couldn’t see clearly because of the sun rays streaming in, but as he took a step forward, my heart jumped with joy.“Daniel?” I whispered, my voice full of surprise.He smiled as he walked in, his familiar cologne reaching me before he did. My cheeks warmed instantly.“You didn’t tell me you were coming today,” I said, my smile growing wider.“I wanted to surprise you,” Daniel said, pulling me into a gentle hug. He kissed me lightly on the forehead before pulling back and handing me a beautiful bouquet of red and white roses.“Wow,” I breathed, taking in the sweet scent of the flowers. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”“You looked amazing out there,” he said with a proud grin. “Like a real star. That spin you did? Perfect.”I blushed again, biting my lip to hide my grin. “You really came just to watch me rehearse?”“Well... I missed y
Daphne’s POVI turned slowly, forcing my expression to stay calm, even though my chest felt like a drumline. My hand gripped the coffee cup a little tighter than necessary, the warmth suddenly doing nothing to comfort me.The man was standing just a few feet away, staring directly at me. His brows were furrowed, his head slightly tilted, as though he was trying to confirm something in his mind.“Daphne?” he repeated, a little softer this time, like he wasn’t sure anymore.I blinked at him, tilting my head to the side. “I’m sorry… who are you talking to?”The confusion on his face deepened. “You. I… I thought you were someone I know. Her name is Daphne.”I shook my head and gave a small, polite smile. “You must be mistaken. My name is Daisy.”The lie rolled off my tongue, but I hated how shaky my voice sounded saying it.He narrowed his eyes just a bit. “Are you sure? You really look like her. Exactly like her.”“I don’t know anyone named Daphne,” I lied again, keeping my voice even th
Daphne's POV The day started like any other.The soft hum of the ballet theatre surrounded me—light footsteps tapping on the wooden floors, voices exchanging warm greetings, the occasional sound of classical music drifting from the practice rooms. I had just finished reviewing a stack of paperwork from the director’s office and needed a moment to stretch.I stood up from behind the desk and rolled my shoulders, letting out a small sigh. The air conditioning was a little too cold, but it helped keep me alert. I wrapped my fingers around my warm coffee cup and walked across the spacious office toward the tall window that faced the city.The floor-length glass gave me a perfect view of the street below. The sky was clear, dotted with slow-moving clouds. People walked along the sidewalks, busy with their lives. Cars moved steadily on the roads. The world felt so… normal.I took a sip of coffee and stared down at the parking lot of the ballet theatre.Then something caught my eye.A black