Now on Season 2!
Growing up as the only daughter of a New York City's Wall Street Mogul and Fashion obsessed mother, Daisy Astor never had a stable home life. She was used to not knowing about her parent's whereabouts as they jetted around the world...
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Daisy Astor hated three things in her life. Well, hate is a strong word - let us go with dislike. Daisy Astor strongly disliked three things in her life.
The first we had already established. Daisy Astor disliked inconsistency. She disliked having to change her habits in order to keep up with them. If everything went her way, her whole life would just never change. But where is the fun in that, right? At least that is what her grandmother used to tell her.
But that is precisely the reason why Daisy found herself dressed in a beautiful light pink dress, embroidered with the most delicate pearls in shades of black, red, pink and white, and a black fascinator on her head sitting at Table 2 of the Country Club. With her friends to her left and right, Daisy felt empowered. She loved feeling on top of things. Call her phony, but Daisy liked being popular. She liked being admired and she loved feeling wanted. Considering her upbringing, it just made sense from a psychological perspective. Where attention lacked at home, she got it from her environment.
The inconsistency came in the shape and form of a beautiful Asian girl who greeted their sitting group shyly between Nicole and Shayla. While a chorus of hi's greeted the girl back, Daisy kept quiet, observing the girl that tried to make a fool of her at the bonfire. As if sensing her discomfort, Nicole turned to her best friend, mouthing a silent "Is that her?"
Daisy had watched the girl walk in with Jeremiah Fisher on her side, making the girl frown slightly. How did she not know the girl that was obviously such good friends with the Fishers? She tried to think of an encounter, but she could only barely remember a little girl running around the Fishers Summer House from time to time. But in all honesty, Daisy had visited the Fishers less and less over the years, puberty and a love-sick puppy not mixing all too well.
Daisy merely nodded at her friend, having told Nicole everything before the Brunch that went down between her and a certain blue-eyed surfer.
It was then that Daisy nodded the horrid mark the newcomer was rocking on her cheek. As it seems she wasn't the only one that noticed, Shayla did as well. Shayla was wearing a beautiful black and white striped dress, combined with a dark red fascinator, complimenting her features.
"Is that from the other night?" Daisy's friend asked the girl, to which she only replied, "Yeah"
"Here, let me fix it" Shayla offered, before putting makeup on her beauty blender and softly dabbing at the younger girl's face, "I think we're good"
"Yeah? Thank you," Belly responded.
Sensing eyes on her, Shayla turned to look at Daisy, rolling her eyes a little at her friend's annoyed stare.
