yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

20

Daisy received the invitation the next day, a sleek black envelope with gold lettering, elegant and understated. It was for a high-profile charity event—one of those glamorous affairs where the guest list was filled with celebrities and industry elites. She sighed as she read through the details. Normally, she enjoyed these events. They were a chance to network, to see friends, and to let loose for a night. But now, with everything going on with Taylor, the thought of attending felt heavy.

She tossed the invitation on her kitchen counter, her mind instantly drifting to the possibility of seeing Taylor there. She hadn't heard from her since the studio, not a single text or call. And while she didn't want to admit it, part of her hoped that maybe this event would give them a chance to talk. Maybe Taylor would have cooled down, and they could finally figure out what was going on between them.

When the day of the event arrived, Daisy slipped into her dress—a simple yet stunning deep green gown that complimented her hair. She wasn't looking forward to the crowd or the cameras, but she was ready to face Taylor, ready to get some answers.

The event was held at a luxurious hotel in the heart of the city. As soon as Daisy arrived, she was greeted by a sea of flashing lights and the sound of her name being called from all directions. She smiled politely for the cameras, posing for a few photos before making her way inside.

The ballroom was packed with familiar faces, everyone mingling and laughing, champagne flutes in hand. Daisy scanned the room, her gaze searching for Taylor. It didn't take long to spot her—standing near the back, surrounded by a small group of friends, laughing at something one of them had said.

Daisy's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, dressed in a sleek black suit that made her stand out in the crowd. For a moment, all the tension and confusion from the past few days faded, and Daisy couldn't help but smile softly.

She raised her hand and waved, trying to catch Taylor's eye. But Taylor didn't look up. She kept talking to her friends, her laughter continuing like Daisy wasn't even there. Daisy blinked, confused, but she didn't let it discourage her. Maybe Taylor hadn't seen her. So, she tried again—this time walking a little closer.

"Taylor," Daisy called softly, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation around them. She waved again, her smile still gentle, but there was a flicker of uncertainty behind it now.

This time, Taylor saw her. Their eyes met briefly—so brief that Daisy almost didn't register it—and for a split second, Daisy thought she might smile back. But then Taylor's expression shifted, her face closing off entirely. She turned back to her friends, pointedly ignoring Daisy's attempt to connect.

Daisy's chest tightened, her heart sinking at the coldness of it all. She stood there for a second, feeling the weight of everyone around her, all while trying to understand what had just happened. She wasn't going to give up that easily, though. There was no way she could leave things like this.

Taking a deep breath, Daisy walked up to the group, her steps hesitant but determined. "Hey, Taylor," she said, her voice soft but steady as she approached.

Taylor barely glanced at her, her posture stiffening visibly. "I'm kind of busy," she muttered, not even bothering to meet Daisy's eyes.

Daisy's heart dropped. "Can we talk for a second?" she asked, lowering her voice so Taylor's friends wouldn't hear. "Please, just—"

Taylor cut her off with a shake of her head, her tone dismissive. "Not now, Daisy."

Daisy's stomach twisted as she watched Taylor turn away from her again, this time making it clear that there was no room for conversation, no room for her. The rejection stung, sharper than she expected, and for a moment, she just stood there, rooted to the spot.