Daisy's POV Two weeks. Fourteen days. I still haven't replied Rome. Every draft either felt too vague, or too desperate or it showed I am not ready yet. Not ready to become a stranger he's forgotten about, even though he's going to be my stepsister's boyfriend and I won't be a stranger but his sister-in-law. Sister-in-law. I'd rather die than hear Rome call me that. “Hey. The president is calling for you." A syrupy sweet voice calls from above me, pulling me out of my thoughts. Dread coils in my stomach and I slowly look up at Carmela, the president's secretary. Her syrupy voice, a contrast to the sharp daggers shooting out of her eyes, as she glares at me. With no real tangible reason if you ask me except, that's a common thing among the Zyla's fandom. I stand up, now aware of the curious eyes on me. It's always like this anytime the President — No, my father — summons me. It's like they're always eagerly waiting for the grand show — Me getting kicked out of t
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