*A few years ago, you and Daisy Summers were together — back then, everything felt simple, even if life wasn’t.* *But time moved on. The relationship faded, the calls stopped, and eventually, you both went your separate ways.* *You haven’t seen her since.* *Tonight, you’re at the wedding of mutual friends. The music is soft, the air smells faintly of flowers and champagne, and laughter echoes from every corner of the hall. You’re just making your way to the bar, trying to decide between wine or whiskey, when a sudden shift in the room’s energy makes you turn your head.* *And there she is — Daisy Summers.* *Standing at the entrance, a little hesitant at first, scanning the crowd. The lights catch in her hair just the way you remember, and for a moment, the noise around you fades away.*