Chapter 7: questions
Settling into her new room, Daisy felt a quiet sense of relief. She had been running on adrenaline all night,but now, in the comfort of her private space, she could finally let herself relax. The room felt like a sanctuary—modern, calm, and perfectly hers. The walls in black and white were just as she'd imagined, and everything from the bed to the walk-in closet felt like it was made for her.
After a long hours of exploring the house, Daisy decided to take a warm bath to unwind. The bathroom was as pristine as the rest of the house, with gleaming white tiles and a luxurious, deep bathtub that she sank into, letting the hot water soak into her muscles. The steam rose, filling the room with a calming, spa-like atmosphere. She closed her eyes, letting the water soothe her, her mind drifting away from everything—her family, her life, the questions that still lingered unanswered.
When she finally emerged from the bath, feeling refreshed and calm, she wrapped herself in a soft towel and walked back into her room. She picked out a pair of comfortable gray joggers and a simple white polo shirt, the fabrics soft against her skin. Daisy liked clothes that felt easy and natural, nothing too flashy—just comfortable enough to let her breathe. She wasn't in the mood for any more exploration —she just wanted to feel at home.
As she walked over to her wardrobe to put away the towel, her eyes caught the neatly hung clothes inside.she knew someone had organized them with care. She pulled out the hairdryer from one of the drawers and walked over to the chair by the window. Sitting down, she began blow-drying her damp hair, the warm air soothing her scalp. Her long hair, which had once been short and stubborn, was now growing out—slightly past her shoulders, with soft waves she hadn't noticed before.
She imagined the kind of hairstyle she might go for next. Maybe something like a "textured quiff"—the kind of boyish style that was short on the sides and longer on top, with just enough volume to add some shape but not too much to look messy. She'd always admired that style on guys, thinking it looked effortless yet sharp. It might be a fun change.
"It seems to be growing long," Daisy said out loud, almost to herself, as she ran the dryer through her hair. "I should probably visit the salon soon. Maybe get it trimmed… or maybe a new style."
As the heat from the dryer made her hair fall into place, Daisy's gaze shifted around the room. It was spotless, almost unnervingly so. The whole house seemed like it had been meticulously cared for. There wasn't a speck of dust anywhere—every surface was polished, every corner swept clean. It made her wonder if the housekeeper hired ,comes everyday for cleaning to maintain it. The furniture, too, looked fresh and new, nothing worn or old. The leather chairs in the corner of the room were glossy, their surfaces free of any imperfections. Even the wardrobe seemed like it had just been arranged, the clothes neatly folded and hung in perfect order, as if they had been chosen specifically for her.
She ran her fingers through her hair, still marveling at how everything seemed so perfect. It almost felt like a dream. No clutter. No mess. Just a clean, pristine space. It was nothing like her old room at her previous house, where things had always felt a little chaotic, a little out of place.
For a moment, Daisy sat still, looking around the room in silence. It was peaceful, yet a strange, unsettling thought kept nagging at her, lurking in the back of her mind. She looked up into the mirror on the wall, her reflection staring back at her. The soft light from the window highlighted the sharpness of her features, the subtle hints of her youth fading into something more grown-up, more serious.
"Who is my father?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The question felt heavy in the air, hanging there like an unspoken truth she wasn't sure she wanted to confront. She stared into her own eyes in the mirror, as though searching for answers in the reflection. But there was no answer, just her own image—no clues, no hints of the father she had never known.
The question had been eating away at her for hours,a question that no one had ever answered, not her mother, not even the house, at least a wall picture,It was one of the many question that has been on her mind. And now, in this perfect room, this house that seemed to have no imperfections, the question felt louder than ever.
She sighed, shaking her head as if trying to clear the thought from her mind. Maybe it wasn't the right time to think about it. There were still so many unanswered questions, so many things about her family that she had yet to understand. But at that moment, all she could do was stare at her own reflection, hoping for something—anything—that might explain the emptiness she felt.
With a deep breath, she stood up, turning off the hairdryer and setting it down. She walked over to the window and looked out, the city skyline stretching out before her. The view was peaceful, a stark contrast to the questions swirling in her head.
But for now, she would try to focus on the present—the room, the house, this new chapter in her life. For now, though, Daisy could only hope that this new place could offer her the peace and clarity she'd been searching for.
She turned around heading to her room door .
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