Cedric's perspective:
My eyelids felt like they were weighed down by stones, impossible to lift. But I could sense a woman sitting in front of me, her hand carefully unbuttoning my shirt.
'Who is this? Could it be her? Has she finally come back?' I wondered.
No, the perfume was all wrong. This wasn't her scent.
I quickly grabbed her hand and forced my eyes open.
Daisy stared back at me with an awkward smile. "It's me. What's wrong, darling?" she said, leaning in way too close.
"What's that smell on you?" I asked coldly.
Daisy blinked, feigning innocence, her hand trailing down my chest.
I yanked her hand away.
"Lily. Don't you think it smells sexy?" She leaned against me, trying to be seductive.
Her smile was suggestive, but all I felt was a wave of nausea.
"After all these ye
