"I just-I thought all the darkness was gone."
"Only a sliver, I am afraid. We'll forever exist in darkness without our light."
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Daisy and her men are back. But if that's a good thing?
Whitlock family ties are taking them back to the horrible, ye...
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My dance with Camilla went fine.
Why not great?
Because that fucker that calls himself my brother didn't practice enough and stepped in our place. Camilla cried. He laughed.
I'm gonna kill Easton.
"Dada, don't go," Camilla sniffles. I hug her closer to my chest, my heart breaking at her tears. She's so small and innocent, and she should never experience tears. I don't want her to ever cry.
I would do anything on this earth to get her smile back right now.
"Shh, it's okay," I soothe her, cradling the back of her head and feeling her tears go through my shirt. I rest our foreheads together. "It's okay. You danced so good, princess."
She sniffles again. The sound drags my heart through mud and steps on it again, making sure it's completely broken. "Are you proud of your dada to dance so well? Weren't we pretty when we danced?"
That makes a huge sob tremor through her body. "I-I don't know! T-they o-only took pictures when da-daddy was in the way!"
My jaw tightens in anger. The only reasons I'm not killing him right here and now is because one, Camilla gets upset when I even kill a spider and thus, the sight would get her upset. The second reason is the little boy Easton guided the wrong way in the dance. Seb has finally overcome his fear to talk more than two words to me, but losing my temper would scare him off again.
Later, I promise myself.
Daisy comes to us, smiling like the proud mother she is. She sees Camilla crying, however, and her smile drops. "Oh no. Princess, what happened? I don't see anything on your dress?"
She takes the toddler from my arms, comforting her daughter in the purest way I've seen. Camilla does well around me, but Daisy will always be her mom.
"Easton stood in our way at the dance. She's sad we don't have any pictures because of it."
Daisy gasps, overly dramatic to comfort Camilla. "Oh no! And you were wearing such a pretty dress!" Camilla sobs again, making Daisy pout.
My princess's face is now hidden in her mom's neck while she cries. Daisy tries to get her to look at her, but it's unsuccessful. "Camilla? Camilla. Look at mommy, come on."
Finally, she does. I love her brown eyes, they remind me so much of Daisy's it's crazy. They're only younger and far more innocent.
"Mommy took pictures of you and dada. You want to see them?"
Camilla nods, but pettily stays on her mom's arm. Together, they watch the pictures Daisy took of us dancing together. I look along, feeling a huge relief in my chest as I see us laughing at each other.
I see myself differently. My eyes are twinkling with happiness. I'm dancing with my own daughter, who absolutely adores me. I can see that in her eyes. There are no secrets in the air, no dark pasts and no fear. I'm happy.
