"I don't know. You seemed like a daisy type of person" Elijah spoke before averting his eyes.
A daisy. That's new.
She turned her head away from him and then back towards the bell-shaped flower, 'lily of the valley'.
"Daisy type, huh?"
Innocent and pure like daisy.
That's what people always assumes about her, every time.
She wondered if they knew that the sweet Layla, daughter of the kind-hearted woman Chloe, was out here to get her family's blood. To get revenge on father, mother and Elijah.
Pure and generous Layla, the empire's angel. That's what people called her in her previous life. Someone who would always be there for them and always available to help others. No way, the angelic Layla would ever turn down from helping anyone.
