𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘
The worst part about all of this, though, wasn't the love, or the fact that it was Daisy, the person I was supposed to hate, no. It was the fact that even...
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• DAISY BARDOT'S POV • • 12 MONTHS BEFORE •
"BOTTOMS UP, party girl." Annabelle shrilled happily, a growing grin tilting up onto her fluffy cheeks as her left arm connected with my right, hooking around each other as we took exhilarating shots of heavy tequila. Annabelle's face cringed with disgust as I inhaled harshly, shaking my head to erase the toxic waste. "It's barely 8 and this party is already insane. Daisy Bardot, you are my spirit animal and I aspire to be you when I'm older."
I laughed at her words, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek, before speaking. "Come dance with me?" I tilt my head to the side in question, watching as Annabelle nods her head willingly. I don't hesitant to grab her warm hand, pulling her into the middle of the chaotic swarm of teenagers that were jumping and dancing all around like my house was some type of rave.
I was never the most poise dancer. Knowing how to sway my hips was the best I could do, and I wasn't bad at it, thankfully. I was never even much of a dancer. But something about tonight, in this moment, all I wanted to do was let loose and be free of all the burdens I carried. I felt like I was able to be myself, not just the rich snob everyone in my school hated, or the governor's daughter. I liked this part of myself; where I can let everything go and just sway.
Catching me out of my loopy gaze, Annabelle's gasp catches my attention. "What?" I ask her, confused by the fact she stopped without warning. Annabelle's two fingertips tilt my head to the side, causing me to stare at my large dark green front door. Immediately, I finally understood her excitement, matching her mood swing like a sudden tidal wave crashing down.
"Cam!" I throw my hands in the air, rushing towards my cousin with a pep in my step. I throw my hands around him, catching him off guard to where he stumbles back, latching onto me for stability. "I'm so happy you came."
"I couldn't miss your birthday, Dais." He mutters into my curly hair, rubbing my back. I smile pleasantly, shutting my eyes with ease, releasing a faint breath.
"Annabelle and I made sure to set up a mocktail station just for you." I pull away with the same smile I had worn the entire night. I had begun to wonder if it was plastered on and refused to wash away. My cheeks were even starting to hurt, but I had never felt so joyful, I couldn't get rid of it.
"And let me tell you, I can make some killer mocktails." Annabelle raved, theatrically rolling her eyes with a goofy grin. I laughed at her, causing the feeling of her chin resting against my shoulder to bump as the chuckle spilled from my lips. "I'm so happy you came, Cam." Annabelle took his hand, swinging it back and forth.
"Me too." He said through a gleaming grin, glancing around the room to examine the event. "Surfer and biker themed party? Didn't know you were that cliché, Dais."
