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It felt like it happened just yesterday. Now, in their small greenhouse, sits two special pots. One containing healthy, bright red roses. The pop of color made it stand out, as well as the special meaning it held. The other held baby white roses, pure and innocent, beautiful and ethereal. She grew the roses two months after that night, couldn't find it in her to come back and forth to their graves. It was hard seeing Astrid's name in the stone, as well as the 'Sweet Angel' for her baby's grave.

“Damn, you are one awesome woman, Vic!” She beamed at him and strode out the door with a naked, panicked, screaming sister behind her. CHAPTER SIXTEEN Hell For Leather… DAISY Daisy stood in front of the full length mirror. “You look gorgeous, Momma Daisy!” Maggie gushed from behind her. They had spent the last couple of hours getting her ready. Her hair was an updo as blonde ringlets fell all around her face. Her dress was a burgundy velvet with a lace camisole. Her makeup was light and her scent was magnolia musk.

Flowers: watercolor roses, carnations, and morning glories in various shades of turquoise and purple. “These are gorgeous.” “They’re birth flowers,” Daisy replied, breathy. “Chelle’s, and mine.” Her stomach, thighs, and breasts were lined with stretch marks just begging for him to run his tongue across them, playing connect the dots. He ran a finger over the curve of her belly and she tensed. “Johnson ”

Skylar crashed on the bed again as she searched for the name of the model on the internet, and continued checking the pictures of her that she had been scrolling through right before Amelia called. She hated to admit that the model in question seemed so perfect in every way, that it was so undisputable if he was truly her girlfriend. Daisy Dallas was a twenty-five-year-old stunning model with gorgeous big green and attractive facial features that were both captivating and enthralling to anyone around her. She had a great body, was one of the top five models in the country, was wealthy, and had a rich Mum, who ran a lingerie brand. She was nothing compared to her. She could never be.

It was such a beautiful mass. Then came the reception. Tori changed into a gold colored dress and of course, little Dahlia had a matching dress as well. Dahlia was the live of the party. She was so excited and kept on telling everyone she now had a big family. She stuck to Zach, Tina and Nonna for most of the evening since they were the people she was particularly fond of. She also played with Bella, Susan, Finn and Maria.

"My darling, all I want is to be your moon and show you all the little stars of my heart" ~ Alexandra Vasiliu (Author of BLOOMING) "Daisy" I turn around hearing Salvatore's familiar voice, he makes his way to the balcony, my back is leaning against the railing as I patiently wait for him to come. He parts away the sheer curtains, the crease on his forehead instantly relaxes after seeing me.

I pushed my face in front of the phone so she could see her more clearly. Daisy's a brunette with hazel eyes, she has full pink lips and a button nose and wears glasses. Just like me, she's a barefaced beauty and her looks are subtly intimidating. What really caught my attention was the dress she had on, I had the exact same one in my closet if I'm not mistaken. "Hello." She said back, adjusting the glasses perched on her nose. "Daisy this is Ariana." Damien pointed at me with his left thumb.

Anything was better than being home where I wasn’t wanted or shoved off to that disgusting Dark Star loser. It was then I spotted a patch of daisies growing under a tree, and I couldn’t help but smile as I stopped to smell them. Bending down and gently bending one towards me, it’s cool, velvety petals reminding me of Raven and our garden as I took in a big whiff of it’s subtly sweet scent. “What are you doing?” the prince asked curiously, and I stood up straight. “Daisies are one of my favorites,” I said. “My sister and I grew a whole patch of them back ho—"

When I didn’t say anything in return, Walter got the hint and walked around me to rejoin Judy and the others. I stood frozen, silently fuming. Then, I felt a hand on the back of my shoulder. I turned to see Daisy standing behind me with a soft smile on her lips. She had a golden shimmering dress that hugged her curves nicely and her breasts were fully on display. She wore a golden mask with silver features, but I knew it was her almost immediately.

Daisy climbs down the stairs to the living room looking beautiful in the strapless pink dress Grandma Calliope got for her. Her smooth dark hair falls to her back, mid-length. Her flawless collarbone and arms made her look like a snow-white princess in a pink dress. Dave was waiting for her outside, as soon as she stepped out of the house, she turned and entered the car. Daisy helps herself down and joins him inside. The car kicks off. Their ride was silent as if they were mourning for their loss. Not long, the car pulls up in front of a large mansion.