Chapter 179

• Daisy POV
• Cold, blinding beams hit me like a thousand knives, slicing through that flimsy costume called “elegant socialite.” Camera flashes popped nonstop, as if they meant to brand my humiliation forever.
• Those so-called friends with their fake smiles had nothing left on their faces but open disgust, morbid curiosity, and a nauseating thrill. Whistles, snickers, and pointing rolled together into a suffocating roar that nearly drowned me. The air reeked of syrupy champagne and gloating malice.