*Daisy*
It's a dreary, rainy Friday that mirrors my melancholy. I let an office with rooms above where I reside, but I've decided to spend a few days with my aunt, especially since I'm having a difficult time keeping my vow not to think of Ace. I had lost myself to him, and damn it, I want to do so again. I'm such a stupid girl. I'm too much like my mother, yearning for a man who is no good for me, who will lead me to ruin.
I'm curled in the corner of the sofa in my aunt’s drawing room, a locket open in my palm. I study the two miniature photographs inside, the last taken of my parents. My father’s portraits within the Alpha’s residences have been moved to the attic, except for those from his youth, when he’d been included with the remainder of the family in paintings.
As for my mother,
