Daisy's pov
I was up before the sun had fully cleared the tree line outside the bedroom window, which was unusual for me given how deeply I had been sleeping lately, but my eyes opened at five in the morning and stayed open, and I accepted that my body had made its decision about the day without consulting me.
I washed my face and stood in front of the wardrobe for a moment and then reached for the red dress.
It was short and structured, the fabric a deep clean red that sat somewhere between confident and professional, the embroidery along the neckline and sleeves stitched with the kind of precision that only came from someone who genuinely cared about the work. I had noticed it in the wardrobe two days ago and had been saving it without entirely knowing why, and now standing in front o
