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Despite the light conversation in the car being there to distract her, Daisy could feel a knot in her stomach tighten and tighten the closer they got the Marie's farm. It had been a while since Daisy had been among a large group of people, having tended to avoid those sort of scenarios and situations that would call upon her to be within a crowd. It was the reason why she had two other workers at her store, in case she had a wedding order or something of that scale. So they could be sent to deliver the flowers instead of herself. After her past at the Orphanage, how they would tease her and gang up on her for being different, it was enough for her to make the fight fair if necessary.
Daisy even had to wipe her slightly damp hands off onto the skirt of her dress, swallowing thickly as she attempted to control her nerves. Perhaps this was a bad idea. If she couldn't control herself then who knew what was going to happen. People at the bonfire may know she owned Mother Earth Florist with how successful it was, know how beautiful and well-lasting her flowers are. If they were to suspect that any sudden changes in growth with Marie's surrounding foliage had to do with her, even with the cure and powers being almost a thing of the past... she could be done for. And James...
James. He'd think of her as a freak. They all would.
Her breathing became irregular as she stepped out of the car, her eyes on the floor as she tried to control her breathing and willed the watering of her eyes to stop. She was a step or two behind James, so at least he wouldn't be able to see her change in behaviour, especially with being occupied by Marie and helping her.
By the time Marie had noticed them, Daisy had composed herself and gone back to her neutral behaviour from before. Her cheeks went pink at Marie's comment, and she sharply looked to James for explanation. But when he went running...
"Seems like you're teasing the both of us." She murmured softly, sweeping her hair back onto one shoulder again and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The girl from the flower shop? The one that he talks about all the time? Surely not, Marie had to be joking.
"James tells me that you liked your flowers..." Daisy started awkwardly after a moment, smiling faintly to Marie, "You always ask for the most beautiful wildflowers...it's a pleasure to put them together for you. I'm always excited when I have an order in from you, I must admit."
Daisy even had to wipe her slightly damp hands off onto the skirt of her dress, swallowing thickly as she attempted to control her nerves. Perhaps this was a bad idea. If she couldn't control herself then who knew what was going to happen. People at the bonfire may know she owned Mother Earth Florist with how successful it was, know how beautiful and well-lasting her flowers are. If they were to suspect that any sudden changes in growth with Marie's surrounding foliage had to do with her, even with the cure and powers being almost a thing of the past... she could be done for. And James...
James. He'd think of her as a freak. They all would.
Her breathing became irregular as she stepped out of the car, her eyes on the floor as she tried to control her breathing and willed the watering of her eyes to stop. She was a step or two behind James, so at least he wouldn't be able to see her change in behaviour, especially with being occupied by Marie and helping her.
By the time Marie had noticed them, Daisy had composed herself and gone back to her neutral behaviour from before. Her cheeks went pink at Marie's comment, and she sharply looked to James for explanation. But when he went running...
"Seems like you're teasing the both of us." She murmured softly, sweeping her hair back onto one shoulder again and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The girl from the flower shop? The one that he talks about all the time? Surely not, Marie had to be joking.
"James tells me that you liked your flowers..." Daisy started awkwardly after a moment, smiling faintly to Marie, "You always ask for the most beautiful wildflowers...it's a pleasure to put them together for you. I'm always excited when I have an order in from you, I must admit."