Chapter 164
- MIRELA
- I sat in bed, waiting for the house to grow silent. I could still hear the faint patter of footsteps and hushed voices in the hallway. A door opened, and I sighed—Daisy was still doing her version of charity work.
- Taking clothes or whatever nonsense she had come up with had to be the most disgraceful thing she could do, but I was more disappointed than surprised.