dear—daisy:
“I can help you with eating healthy. I love baking and always try to find alternatives for recipes,“ Daisy smiled, “Oh. I think I want to work less. Having your own store is really fun, but I don’t have a lot of time for myself. I don’t even know what I’d like to do in my free time, that’s how bad it is!“
“That sounds awesome!” Taylor agreed with a nod. “I mean, I have a chef, but he likes to spoil me with my favorites – and sometimes it’s hard to say no, you know?” But ever since she had been staying with Spencer more and more often, it was easier to plan out her meals and stick to them. “You have your own store?” The mayor’s daughter knew almost every business in town and it was a shame that she couldn’t match the girl’s face with her store. “Which one?”
“Oh, a chef? That sounds fancy-schmancy,” Daisy responded with a smile and then widened her eyes, “Oh, that sounded a bit mean. I didn’t mean for it to be though. I don’t even know how to be mean. I just... meant it thought as... it’s impressive.“ She played with the fabric of her dress. “Y-yes, I have my own store. It used to be my grandma’s. It’s called Daisy’s Shop of Wonderful Things. It’s a secondhand and antiques shop.“










