18-year-old Daisy Allen is a hardworking farmgirl at one of the biggest farms around with an otherwise pretty average life, until she gets an order from the ridiculously wealthy Schuyler family.
Randy Allen was a strong man. He had the poker face of a killer. Daisy could recall not one moment in her childhood that her father showed any hint of pain or fear. Today however, she could see the powerful emotions swirling behind his grim eyes as she sat down. Daisy sucked in a shaky breath.
Daisy: It's not Mom, is it?
Randy looked up at his daughter sadly. He didn't have to answer any more than that. Daisy immediately looked away, stood up, and walked inside. Her brothers weren't home. She ran upstairs to her room and took her phone off the charger, sitting on her bed. She unlocked her phone to a hurricane of texts and missed calls from her brothers, and even a prayer from her aunt.
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This was half an hour ago. Right after she had left for the delivery. Daisy sighed, a mix between relief and frustration. That was the last time she would leave her phone at home, she could promise that.
With her phone in her pocket this time, she walked downstairs and found her father at the dining table. She wrapped her arms around him.
Daisy: Did Danny and Davey tell you if they're staying there or not?
Randy: They're coming back in the morning. 10 or so, they said.
Daisy dropped her arms and stood up straight again.
Daisy: Is it too late to order a pizza?
Randy: Nope. You're driving down, though.
Daisy let out a small laugh as she took out her phone and dialed the number, squinting at the pizzeria ad stuck to the fridge door. One of the perks of living on a ginormous farm, you had to drive all the way down to the main road to pick up any deliveries. She ordered a small pizza and soda for the two of them and swiped the keys off the table next to the door.
