The Perfect Scam

Chapter VIII

The next day, Daisy woke up to the gentle rays of sunshine streaming into her room. 

As she opened her eyes, she noticed the two flowers Samson had given her the day before - a daisy and a red peony - carefully placed on the bedside table.

She remembered the way they had parted - Samson's warm smile, his hand intertwined with hers until the last moment, and then those two beautiful flowers. 

She smiled to herself as she sat up in bed, picking up the daisy first. The petals felt soft under her fingers, and its sweet fragrance filled her senses.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Daisy quickly got out of bed and made her way to the door.

 Opening it, she found herself face to face with Ophelia standing on her doorstep with a huge smile and a small box in her hands.

"Morning!" Ophelia greeted cheerfully. "I thought you might like some of my freshly baked muffins."

Daisy was shocked to see Ophelia. "How did you get my address?"

"Samson gave me your address." Ophelia walked over and sat on Daisy's bed, noticing the two flowers.

"What's this?" Ophelia asked, putting down the muffins and then picking them up.

"Samson gave them to me before he left," Daisy said, sitting next to Ophelia.

"Did he give you a daisy because your name is Daisy? That's so cute. You two are such couple goals." Ophelia pouted as she looked at the daisy sadly.

"If you're gonna start ranting about how you want a boyfriend, you're gonna get one eventually."

"But you've said that for years. Ever since college." Ophelia protested.

Daisy gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. "These things take time, Ophelia. And besides, being single isn't that bad."

"Easy for you to say," Ophelia scoffed, setting the daisy down and turning her full attention to Daisy. "You've got dreamboat Samson."

"We're not officially..." Daisy started but trailed off as she noticed the knowing look in Ophelia's eyes.

"Okay, okay." Ophelia giggled, her previous gloomy demeanor quickly replaced with a teasing grin. "I won't press you about your 'friendship' with Samson.

"You're so annoying," Daisy laughed, shaking her head at Ophelia's teasing. Even after all these years, some things never changed.

"Anyway," Ophelia picked up the small box of muffins, "eat up. I made a new recipe and I want to know what you think."

The muffin was perfectly golden brown, with a crispy top and soft, moist center. Small bits of fruit and nuts can be seen peeking through the surface.