Once Ivy was gone, Daisy stepped inside the room, her gaze remained fixated on the small bump on the bed.
She slowly looked up and saw the little girl's peacefully sleeping face, "Angel…" the word rolled off her tongue effortlessly and it sounded foreign to her ears but she could feel the warmth surging in her heart.
"Did you name her before?" Diana asked.
Daisy shook her head, "I wanted to run away with her, far away from our world yet I almost lost her. And.. I had always wanted you to name her.''
Diana stopped walking and watched Daisy's back as she made her way towards the bed.
Her footsteps no longer were as powerful as before. No longer did she appear domineering like she was with Maxim and Ryle at the airport.
Daisy sat on the bed and glanced at Angel cautiously as if her gaze could somehow manage to harm the little girl, and all Diana could see was a delicate woman who was on the verge of a breakdown.
