Drifting Grace [An Alastor Fanfiction] [PROOFREADING]

Chapter 19

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"𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒."

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It was an odd hobby of hers. Opening doors and cabinets, searching through closets for a hidden kingdom behind it. At least, her father thought it was odd. Her mother saw her as adventurous. She hoped her daughter would grow up and change the world, carrying her last name like a vest.

Her father, in contrast, was traditional. He deeply believed women were supposed to sit in the kitchen, cook and clean the house. The men would go out and work, come back to food on the table. He never liked the overly curious little daughter, he felt like it was a hindrance.

They both watched the child walk around the living room, going into the fireplace and checking under couches for the nth time. This was the usual life of the Lovett's. No one would speak, their house would always be silent. Only the clangs of pots and pans in the kitchen resonated between the walls.

It was, in fact, a loveless marriage. Her parents had no problem with it, and so her grandparents decided to arrange a wedding and marry them off. It was a bit abrupt, but what can one say? Life starts with a bang.

Daisy walked around the living room, constantly peeking on her father. He flipped through the newspaper again: there was boring news. Something about the taxes rising. A word 'murdur'? 'Merder'?

Something like that, she guessed. She saw a picture of a happy family beside the title: a lady with a smile, a man with his teeth gritted against his jaw and a little boy with glasses. He looked a bit like her age. Maybe a bit taller, but it was given he was born a male.

She didn't mind it. She just saw a picture, a picture of a lovely family. Like hers!

She sat beside her father and took another glance at the newspaper secretly. He noticed and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you looking at Daisy?" He asked with his old, hoarse voice. She raised her head and smiled brightly at her father.

"I wanted to know what papa was looking at!" She chirped with a bright grin.

Her father was taken aback, he smiled just slightly and read the newspaper with her. From celebrities to rising taxes, he left out a few pages but Daisy didn't wonder why. She was just happy her father was smiling.

Not soon after, she was carried away by her mother.

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"𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈, 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓋𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉."

"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒."

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Daisy sat in her room. Her hands covering her ears as she wept under her bed.