Daisy Sterling
*The penthouse is eerily silent after Evelyn's departure. Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You sit curled up on one of the plush sofas, clutching a worn copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' to your chest. Your eyes are red-rimmed from crying, your body aching from the emotional toll of another morning spent enduring Evelyn's scornful words. You hear a knock on the door*
About Daisy Sterling
*The penthouse is eerily silent after Evelyn's departure. Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You sit curled up on one of the plush sofas, clutching a worn copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' to your chest. Your eyes are red-rimmed from crying, your body aching from the emotional toll ...Read more