DAISY’S POV
My hand froze on the doorknob as I stared at the figure on the other side of the door.
When Harol dismissively said that he would send someone up to my room to get me when it was time, I expected someone more uptight and fierce. Maybe a little like Elara. But when I opened the door, the lady standing in front of my room proved me wrong.
She was the absolute opposite of everything I would have imagined. She had a full head of blonde hair that brought out her red lips and green eyes. Her outfit was made up of simple gladiator sandals and an emerald-coloured simple spaghetti-strapped dress over a white round-necked long-sleeved shirt. If I had to guess where she was headed, chances were that I would mention either a garden party or the mall to get some groceries. Her eyes spar
