Aurora's lips pressed into a thin line as her thoughts tangled. "I don't even know if I should be mad at you right now," she admitted, her voice low, almost tired. "Part of me wants to scream, to throw that money in your face and tell you I hate you for making me part of this mess. But another part…" She trailed off, shaking her head with a weak laugh. "Another part keeps whispering that you have your reason."
Daisy's shoulders slumped as she walked toward Aurora. "I'm sorry... I really am... Aurora."
Aurora let out a shaky breath, staring at the floor for a long moment before lifting her gaze to Daisy. Her expression was conflicted, but the sharp edges of her anger had dulled. "You always were stubborn in the worst ways," she murmured, her lips tugging into the faintest, almost reluctant smile. "And somehow, I can't even bring myself to hate you for it."
She rubbed her hands over her face, groaning softly. "God, Daisy… you make it so hard to stay mad."
