In the land of Vafra, Daisy Emmet, daughter of the prime minister, stands out for her beauty, kindness, and daring nature. She is adored by the ruling king, queen, and their children, with the exception of the eldest son, Louis Graham Hawthorne.
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Daisy
I just woke up because I had a good dream. I have to write it down. It's going to be good in my book. I stand up and make my way to my living room to start writing. I open the laptop and click on the draft. I start writing. I take 2 coffee breaks in the middle of my writing.
I finally close my laptop and look at the clock. 6:00 A.M. I wrote for an hour. Not bad. I decide to take a quick shower and run some errands I have been putting off for days. I don't usually take showers since it can damage my hair if I do that a lot. I change into an all-black outfit. I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if it is too much for running errands. Eh, who cares? I love dressing myself up.
(A/N: this is what she wore. If you guys don't like it, u can imagine her in something else.)
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While I am putting on my makeup and check the time. 6:50 A.M. Not bad. I decide to drop a quick text to Florence to let her know I'm dropping by at 8 since she wakes up very early. I grab my handbag from the hook, lock my apartment and head to the elevator.
"Your car has been dropped off," Joe informs me and he hands me the keys. I thank him.
I start my car and I throw my bag into the passenger seat.
The engine purrs to life as I start my car, the familiar hum signalling the beginning of another day. I adjust the rearview mirror, ensuring that my all-black ensemble looks as effortlessly chic as I intended. Driving through the waking city, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment after a productive writing session.
The sun is just beginning to cast its warm glow on the streets as I navigate through traffic. I put one of my favourite songs. 'Water Fountain' by Alec Benjamin.
After I finish my errands, I pull up to the palace.
The palace looms ahead, a grand structure that never fails to impress. The security guards at the entrance nod in acknowledgement as I drive through. The sprawling gardens and immaculate pathways create a serene atmosphere that contrasts with the bustling city I left behind.
