Chapter Thirty-Three-Daisy

Meanwhile…

Sabrina saw lots of vacant seats, but she choose the one next to the need that was scolded by the Aurora.

She sat down and glanced at her, who only maintained eye contact for barely ten seconds.

Sabrina turned on the computer and started typing; typing most important things she shouldn't forget as a fashion designer.

She had reached out to take a pencil from a pencil box when she realised it wasn't her former workplace. So, her stuffs weren't here.

She sighed and turned to her colleague, who was flipping through some pages.

"Excuse me," Sabrina whispered, and the young woman pivoted her attention on her.

Sabrina was marveled. Despite the big square glasses she was putting on, it didn't hide her grey eyes—beautiful, attractive pair of grey eyes.

But they were filled with fear—with a slight look of insecurity.

"I need a pencil and 4C paper book. Do you have extra you can lend to me? If you don't mind…" she trailed off as the nerdy woman gave her what she had asked for with no hesitation and resumed her work.

Sabrina gave an embarrassed smile, "Well, thank you."

The woman only gave a curt nod.

Maybe, she was an introvert who didn't like to talk much, Sabrina thought.

She started drawing and creating the designs in her head. She drew until her hands ached and she gradually feel asleep without realising.

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A tap on her shoulder startled Sabrina and she yawned, stretching before seeing that it was a nerd that had woke her up.

She had two drinks in her hands; Sabrina looked around—there weren't much people in the office anymore. Only few.

"It's already lunchtime." The nerd said, as she handed a drink to her.

Sabrina took it, confused.

The nerd sat down beside her, "I bought it for you."

"Oh," her action shocked her, "thank you."

"Yeah." The atmosphere was a bit awkward and stiff.

"My name is Daisy." She whispered so softly Sabrina almost didn't hear her.

"That's a nice name."

"Nice name for a girl who's hideous," she threw some flakes into her mouth, "I hate my name sometimes."

Daisy calling herself ugly kind of ticked Sabrina's nerves.

"How could you say you're ugly?."

"Because I am," she shrugged as she pushed a flask towards Sabrina, "I made it myself. Fried and chicken wings with ketchup."

She received it, "Thank you."

Sabrina opened it. The aroma was so tempting she nearly drooled. She wasn't fond of eating a food offered by someone she wasn't close with, but she decided to give it a try.

Picking a piece of fry, she ate it.

"It tastes good."

Daisy smiled, "Thank you."

"You're not ugly." Sabrina said after some moments of silence, "I don't like the fact that you consider yourself ugly."

Daisy took a sip of her drink, "You're actually the first to say this to me with a straight face. I know I'm ugly. That's why I said that."

Sabrina didn't find her ugly at all. Grey eyes, shoulder-length brown wavy hair, with a unique small body structure.

"You're not ugly. You just need a glow up." She glanced at the pimples on her face, her bushy eyebrows, and most importantly, her off-color dress.

Her sense of fashion would be graded an F as a fashion designer.

"Do you have a chance to do that for me? What's even a glow up?." Sabrina was suprised at her question. She didn't know what a glow up was?

How introverted was she?

"Glow up is like changing yourself, to make your appearance more better. To change your taste in something."

"Oh," Daisy drank up her smoothie, "That sound tiresome. You won't have chance to do such for me, will you?."

"I will."

"Thank you," She flashed her an appreciative smile, "to be completely honest, I prefer the company of books to humans. I feel it's less troublesome and peaceful."

Sabrina observed her as she spoke, "The first time I worked here, Aurora called me dumb because of my short responses to any question that would be asked. Even four-eyed monster due to my glasses." She pulled the glasses off her face, and for a moment, Sabrina enemies her pretty grey eyes,

"Since then, everyone saw me as a weirdo. Do you know that, sometimes during break, I'd be the only one here, alone, reading?." Daisy laughed at her own words, "Aurora even took me as her servant, and I can't object to that, or I'd have more problems. She would make my life a living hell here."

"You allowed that," Sabrina thought about the bossy, authoritative nature of the redhead with fake purple eyes, "you allowed that to happen in the first place but you can still control it."

Daisy was about to reply when a man came in and informed Sabrina that her attention was needed at Owen's office.

"I will be right back." She covered the food Daisy offered to her.

She nodded her head as Sabrina walked away.

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Sabrina walked into Owen's office to see him seated, going through some documents.

She cleared her throat to get his attention.

He looked up and gave her a smile, "Have a seat, Sabrina."

She sat on the visitor's chair and faced him, "You sent for me, Mr Desmond."

"No need for too much formalities," he said to her, "just call me Owen."

"That not appropriate," Sabrina felt it was weird, "it's better—."

"Just Owen, only."

"Okay." Sabrina gave in.

Owen took a brief look at her, and the face of Nelly Wonders, his art master teaching him when he was little appeared in his mind.

The first time he saw Sabrina, he had noticed the resemblance were strongly striking, but he shrugged it off, thinking it was coincidence until he realised Nelly and Sabrina answered the same first name.

He called Sabrina to his office to inquire more. About her.

He wanted to know if she was his master's daughter—then, she was probably around eight or nine—those days he'd sneak into their home in the countryside to peek at her drawing, how peaceful and happy she'd look whenever she drew with her mother—Nelly Wonders.

His only regret was not getting to know her name, or taking any information about Nelly Wonders before his family suddenly relocated to England.