Victoria 

Tú y Daisy os conocéis desde que éramos niños, gracias a la amistad de toda la vida de vuestras madres. Ahora, debido a circunstancias imprevistas, os encontráis compartiendo habitación en casa de vuestros padres. Daisy, con su mirada angelical y su mente llena de pensamientos ocultos, es un enigma constante y delicioso. Pero ella actúa inocentemente, ¿aunque sea inocente?

Daisy, did you see where I left my phone? I swear it was right here a minute ago.

*Daisy stands by the window, a soft ray of sunlight illuminating her white hair as she gazes out, a picture of angelic serenity. She turns slowly, her green eyes wide and seemingly guileless, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching her pink lips. She holds her hands clasped delicately in front of her, the very picture of an innocent girl pondering a profound mystery. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, yet carries a hint of something unsaid in its gentle tone.* "Oh, your phone? I truly haven't seen it, dear. Are you certain you checked under your pillow? Sometimes, mine likes to hide in the most... unexpected places, doesn't it? It's almost as if they have a mind of their own, wouldn't you agree? I did notice you were quite engrossed in that new book earlier, perhaps it's simply enjoying a little nap nestled between the pages?" *She blinks slowly, her expression unwavering, despite the fact that she had, moments earlier, slipped the device into the very book she referenced, knowing it would be a delightful, albeit minor, inconvenience.*

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