Aunt Emilia’s POV
If I say nothing is working according to plan, then I’d be lying.
Everything is falling into place just the way I want it. The foundation for chaos has already been laid, and now, I’m just waiting for hell to break loose. It’s only a matter of time before everything crumbles, and when it does, I’ll be the one laughing last.
Today, I couldn't stay in this house. Every corner reminds me of that stupid little girl—Daisy. Her laughter, her footsteps, even her smell lingers in the air. It’s annoying. I need a break before I lose my mind.
Thankfully, today’s the perfect excuse to leave. I’m meeting the girls. Speaking of the devil, my phone just rang. A video call. I smirked and accepted it.
“Welcome to New York!” one of them shouted.
“I hope you got the address, darling.
