Daisy Edgar-jones Feet Novels & Stories

Her loose top and linen pants do nothing to reveal her delectable figure, but that doesn’t matter to my father. “Pleasure.” He smiles, reaching out his hand toward her. “Pleasure to meet you as well.” “Daisy is back there. She has her headphones on and is buried in her tablet.” I don’t even think twice; my hands instinctively go to her waist as I walk behind her down the aisle. It feels right. Daisy looks up from her tablet in shock, a huge smile lighting up her entire face. She yanks off her headphones, pushing off her seat to launch herself toward Daphne.

Edward got up and wore the necklace around her neck and there were cheers and clappings in the room. Among the people in the room, Daisy saw her friends, Cindy and Rose who smiled at her. Rose even gave her a reassuring thumbs up as if she could read her mind and distress. Daisy nodded and becoming more open-minded, she let go of her distress and decided to flow with the party. Ever since she met Rose a few months back, Rose has been of great help to her. Daisy had just returned from the two weeks' leave the industry gave her when she lost her mum. That was how she met Rose, a new actress who had just signed with Finn Media. That week had been hell and would have been worse if not for her fa

His hands were clasped tightly together, his breath catching as the music began to play softly, signaling Rose’s arrival. Daisy came first, She looked cute in a beautiful white dress and her hair was made into two cute ponytails, small earrings, and a bracelet made by Rose specifically for her. She had on white socks which had a small lace at the top and white shoes with a small heel. She gave a wide smile as she walked while tossing the peony petals on the white long carpet. The crowd of guests smiled and were all in awe as they watched her little figure walk down the aisle. “She is so beautiful!” One whispered.

Daisy’s POV I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I was wearing a short black gown Liam had picked out for me. The gown was open at the back, with silver chains forming several "U" shapes across the space. The sleeves were slightly wider at the wrists, adding a touch of elegance. It wasn’t just about showing skin. I loved the dress because Liam chose it for me. That alone made it special. Every time the cool air touched my back, I imagined it was his fingers brushing against my skin.

How dare they? I was proud of her when Daisy kicked one jock and knocked him to the ground. But my anger flared higher when I saw the other push her so hard she landed on her side. “Nooo!” I howled when he approached Daisy as she lay on the ground and raised his foot to kick her. “I’ll kill him! Are you injured?” Daisy shook her head. “No, watch the screen. I had help.” “Who is that?” I asked when I heard the male voice and saw legs in blue jeans.

Her free spirit works for me. We’re going out to dinner and Shelby is bitching because she can’t find her purple scarf to accent her yellow skirt. “I know, boy,” I tell Daisy with a nice pat on his head. “Your mom is bonkers, but we love her anyway.” Daisy whines, which is his way of agreeing. “Found it,” she yells from the back of the house. She comes out with the scarf around her head. The long tails of material hang to her waist. Her curly hair is barely controlled. She’s beautiful. I peer downward and see ballerina slippers covering her feet.

Three months later The sound of sizzling oil filled the kitchen, and Jaxon tried to flip the eggs like he had seen Daisy do countless times. Instead, one of them broke mid-air, landing half-on the spatula and half-on the stovetop. He muttered a quiet curse under his breath. “Language,” came Daisy’s teasing voice from the doorway. Jaxon turned around, grinning sheepishly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She walked in barefoot, wearing one of his hoodies and her hair tied in a loose bun. Her presence lit up the room like sunshine slipping through the window blinds. She peered into the pan and laughed softly.

One day , Daisy thought of going picnic with Pheony and Theodore , because these few Pheony was somewhat gloom , so , she thought picnic will make her happy like always . They went to the grassland filled with some flowers , it had a pleasant atmosphere . They took a maid and one escort with them . Daisy thought , if they played as usual , Pheony will be happy as always . As usual , we ran through the grasslands , and plucked the flowers . Daisy made a flower crown for Pheony . The white flowers will go with her pink hair . As I placed the flower crown on her head , she was coughing blood while smiling at her.

She looks around in appreciation, I cleaned the area so we can have some nice grass around us even though it's as good as dead. "Sì" I pull our the food from the basket, Daisy gasps when she sees the box of dark chocolate brownies. I didn't know she would get so happy about them. She practically snatches it from my hands, I don't say anything, and continue setting the other dishes on the mat. She starts ravaging the sweet treats. Someone has a sweet tooth. I freeze when I hear her moan at the first bite, she does a little happy dance. I'm unable to control myself. She looks so breathtaking.

However, Egan still kept staring at her. Daisy was aware that her appearance was quite outstanding, as she dressed in a plain and unremarkable manner. Instead of wearing revealing, alluring dresses and high heels, Daisy had on a simple jacket, jeans, and sneakers. Axel wanted her to be herself, so Daisy didn't pay much attention to her appearance, nor did she bother with styling her hair or putting on makeup for this occasion. Daisy felt it was normal, so why did Egan and some others look at her so strangely?