DAISY“You look like a sack of potatoes that gave up on life,” Mom hissed, yanking at the hem of my navy dress. “Look at that tummy, Daisy! It’s bigger than your whole body. Who’s going to want a bloated cow like you? Suck it in before we get there!”I stared at the floor of our beat-up car, my cheeks burning hotter than the broken AC. My older sister, Chloe, snickered from the front seat. “Maybe if she stopped eating everything in the fridge, Dad wouldn’t have to sell her off like this.”“Enough,” Dad snapped, but his voice was tired, not protective. “This marriage will clear my debts to the Whitmores. You should be grateful, Daisy. Mr. Camden is rich. Powerful. You get to be useful for once.”I didn’t answer. What was there to say? At twenty-four, I was the family disappointment—chubby, quiet, and apparently unlovable. Society agreed. The aunties at church, the neighbors, even the guy at the corner store who called me “Big Mama” like it was cute. I just wanted to disappear.The man
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