DAISY’S POVOh God, what should I wear?! I’ve heard from Julian that Dylan’s mother, Mrs. Diana, is an elegant and sophisticated woman. Shouldn’t I wear something similar to that when I meet her? But as I gaze into my wardrobe, I realize I have nothing like that! Frustrated, I slump on the side of the bed, my hands resting heavily on my lap. “Daisy, sweetheart, aren’t you ready yet?” Mrs. Kate exclaims, her voice filled with surprise, as she enters my room. “No, I don’t know what to wear. I don’t have anything classy or in nude colors,” I reply, a hint of tears welling up in my eyes.The parents’ meeting overwhelmed me, and it was the first time Dylan ever spoke to me since our marriage. With only a few days left to spend with him, I felt the pressure to not disappoint him. Mrs. Kate, with her impeccable sense of dressing, offered something that caught my attention. Confused, I asked her what it was, unsure if any of her clothes would fit me. She smiled, her eyes filled with excite
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