Daisy's cheeks were a canvas painted in the shades of embarrassment and shyness as she stood there, her gaze fixated on some imaginary point on the floor. Edward's playful demeanor was evident in the glint of amusement in his eyes, as he seemed to take in her flustered state with a degree of satisfaction.
Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one competing for attention, like a cacophony of voices in a crowded room. It was as if her brain had shifted into overdrive, processing everything at once, yet rendering her momentarily speechless.
Did he really give me a nickname?
Edward just nicknamed me.
What's wrong with my hair?
Hair! I have hair!
Oh, dear Lord, my hair!
How do I deal with this situation?
He even smiled sweetly at me!
Another smile!
And he's smiling at me again!
I'm going to faint!
Edward Leo, you're going to be the death of me!
He's totally teasing me!
