After doing so much, when had he ever shown her any mercy?
Could it be that just because of his recent touches of tenderness, she was ready to drown in this uncertain gentleness?
Daisy Ginger let out a slight laugh at herself, a bit self-deprecating.
*
The banquet.
After three rounds of wine, Edward Stephens, as the groom, was surrounded in the center by people.
Daisy Ginger leaned in the corner, watching the tall silhouette of the man.
Until a glass of red wine was handed to her.
Daisy turned and saw Charlotte Smith in an all-white dress. Her face was a pallor that even makeup couldn't hide, standing there like a ghost.
Daisy took the wine and smiled faintly, "Did he ask you to come over?"
"He wants me to watch you." She said bluntly, her voice somewhat hoarse as she looked at her. "Put the drug in the wine and then give it to him."
"Can I ask clearly, what kind of drug is this?"
