For Daisy, the following day couldn't have been more stressful than the previous one. For starters, she overslept and it wasn't for just an hour or two after the common time for breakfast. When she woke up it was almost time for lunch and thanks to that she lost the courage to leave her room as she thought that it would be shameful to show herself so late.

Although she had the perfect time zone excuse–well, kind of since the time difference was small–she still couldn't leave her room. She must have wasted another hour debating whether to leave the room or not.

Knock, knock.

That sound brought her back to reality. She grabbed her phone and had a seat on her bed before replying, "come in."

Martina peeked by the open door before entering the room. She looked different with her shoulder-length hair being loose.

"Miss–" she paused. "I mean Daisy, you're finally awake."

"Yeah." Daisy pretended to show interest in her phone, randomly swiping the screen. "The time zone isn't being friendly with me."

"I see," said Martina, her tone curious."What's the time difference between Cape Verde and Italy?"

"Two hours," replied Daisy. "It's not much but still."

With an awkward smile, Daisy pretended to focus on her phone again.

"Interesting," said Martina. "It must be tough for you to fight against it."

Daisy scratched her head. "Yeah, but in time I'll get used to it."

"Well," said Martina, changing the subject, "I came here to check if you were awake; lunch is ready."

Daisy dropped her gaze from her phone, looking around with a sigh. After what happened the previous day, she didn't feel like seeing those people. First, because she didn't know how she should react after not showing up for breakfast.

Second, she felt uncomfortable for fainting yesterday. Even though the reason was medical, she was pretty sure they'd relate what happened to the revelation of their family.

"Ah, yes," she said nervously, breaking the brief silence. "Is everyone there, already?"

"The masters are not home," said Martina, "and Master Raffaele apologizes for their absence. If it wasn't for his university assignments, he would have joined you."

Although Daisy displayed no reaction on her face, she felt as if a stone had lifted from her heart. For now, at least she didn't have to face them.

"He didn't have to apologize," she said. "I mean, I'm a stranger to them why would they want to eat with me?"

Martina covered her mouth as she chuckled.

"Master Raffaele has always been like this," she said. "No matter if you're a stranger or a family member, he will treat you with respect."

Daisy smiled. "He seems like a kind person."

"He is," said Martina with a nod.

Although it had been less than twenty-four hours since Daisy met this family, she already could see how kind and caring Raffaele was. She guessed that his kind personality must have come from his father. Pietro also looked like a kind man. She only hoped that the rest of his children would be like him.

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"Miss Daisy, good afternoon," greeted Livio as Daisy and Martina reached the living room.

This time only a small part of the glass table was covered with a fancy blue cloth. On top of it, Daisy noticed that there were fewer options of food but enough for one person. She also spotted a tray with a single plate.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Livio," said Daisy with a smile.

He pulled a chair for her to sit. Daisy stared at the scene for a few seconds. The way they were treating her here, even the castle in The Mystic Kingdom couldn't compete. She smiled awkwardly as she sat. She wasn't used to such treatment.

"Did you sleep well?" That question froze her for a moment. "We were so worried after you fainted yesterday."

"I'm fine, it wasn't serious," she said as calmly as she could. "And despite the time zone, I slept well. Thank you for your concern."

It bothered her that she was already causing worries instead of helping. She took a deep breath and started serving her meal.

It only has been hours. She had a taste of her food. Once I get used to this place, I'll cause fewer problems.

"Your mother called this morning," said Livio, washing away her thoughts.

Daisy almost choked at the mention of her mother. She had forgotten to call her and report everything yesterday.

"Really?" she asked. "What did she say?"

"She wanted to talk to you," replied Livio. "She didn't sound very happy."

"And I know the reason," she said, picking another fork of food.

As she chewed her food, she tried not to imagine how angry her mother was.

"She asked me to tell you that she's going to call later tonight," added Livio.

"OK." Daisy nodded. "Thank you for passing the message on."

She only hoped that by the time her mother called back, her anger would be gone. Her mother was usually calm but when someone stressed her, she could be scary.

A maid joined them in the room, but she didn't stand on the sidelines in wait of Daisy's request. Instead, she went straight to Livio and whispered something to him. The majordomo's gray eyes widened.

"I'll excuse myself, for now, Miss Daisy," he said, his tone calm. "If you need something just ring that bell over there, and one of us will be here to help."

He pointed at a small silver bell that was placed across the table. For several seconds, Daisy stared at it, amazed at the luxurious life of this family.

"OK," she said, wondering again what was the point of her being there.

"Then, I'll see you later," said Livio. "Please excuse us."

He walked away along with his colleague in a hurry. Daisy served another plate of food. She felt comfortable with no one there to judge her unladylike gluttony self. The thought of what she was doing in this house still floated in her mind.

This family had everything and if they wanted to they could buy happiness with the luxurious life they had.

The Royal Council got me this time.

Minutes later after enjoying her meal, she grabbed the dirty dishes and put them in the tray with the plan of leaving them to the kitchen herself. Even though she lived a princess' life back in the Mystic Kingdom, she didn't feel comfortable ringing that bell. She wanted to help somehow.

She walked around with the tray for a few minutes, failing to find a kitchen in this huge house. In her last attempt, she entered a small room that she guessed hadn't been used for a long time. Despite the area being clean, from the number of things that were randomly placed, she guessed this place was used as a deposit.

Her curiosity got the best of her when she spotted a slogan framed on a wall. She put the tray on the busy table as she read the beautifully written words: Taste of Wonder Restaurants

What caught her attention was a silhouette of a winged creature using its wand after the words: The magic lives on since 1950.

Daisy frowned as she touched the slogan, wondering if that was a creative motto or if a fairy helped this family before to get where they were today.

But then, they shouldn't know that her people exist as she read in history books that the law of keeping their identities a secret was applied in the nineteen hundreds.

She tripped when she turned around to walk back to the room's entrance. She examined the floor to see what made her almost fall. She saw many objects such as cleaning devices, files, and photo frames. But what caught her attention was the huge, framed painting that she feared she had ruined with her shoe mark.

Oops.

She bent over a little to have a better look at the painting.

Her shoe mark covered the face of an elegant woman. Her hair was salt and pepper short slight curls. Her sharp face gazed back at her with fierce hazel eyes that Daisy thought made her look as if she was a strict person. Jewels sparkled around her neck and her wrinkled hands.

I could fix this painting but I'm afraid I could make things worse.

She put the painting behind the mess, close to the wall, and immediately grabbed the tray to leave the room.

She gave up looking for the kitchen as she needed a tour to know this place better. She walked back to the living room. Before she entered the area, she heard voices coming from there.

"We've been married for ten years, how dare he leave the country without telling me," said an irritated voice.

"But Ma'am, you were in Milan, he made a call to let you know," said a familiar voice, trying to calm the woman down.

"Well, he did," the voice still sounded annoyed. "He warned his mother. He didn't even bother to talk to me, not even asking how I was doing. "

Even though the voice sounded angry, Daisy could sense sorrow in it.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm his wife just for the image of the family," continued the voice.

"I'm sure he cares about you, Ma'am. It's just that the Master has been busy lately," said Livio.

"Humph," said the voice. "He's always been busy."

Daisy gained the courage to enter the room and there she saw a fair-skinned woman with long dark brown hair styled to cover one side of her shoulder and chest. Beside her, Livio was serving her tea.

The woman glared at Daisy as soon as she noticed her.

"And who's this?" she asked, looking back at the majordomo in search of an explanation.

"Ah," said Livio as he approached Daisy. "This is Daisy Rios, daughter of the Master's friends. She'll be our guest for this year."

The woman made a look of indifference, but Daisy could feel that she wasn't happy with the news.

"Just what am I for him?" The woman touched her chest. "He doesn't even tell me of the guests he brings home."

"I-I'm sorry," said Daisy, her hands trembling and almost dropping the dishes on the tray. "If it's a bother for the family, I don't mind looking for another place to stay."

Livio shook his head quickly.

"No, no, no," said the woman before Livio could say anything. "You can stay. I don't have a problem with that."

"Oh." Daisy's brows arched.

"What bothers me is that my husband didn't even tell me about you," said the woman, sighing.

Daisy smiled awkwardly. Her parents had sent the request to Pietro a day before she traveled, so she understood that he didn't have enough time to tell everyone about her arrival. But not telling his wife about it, was strange.

"So you're Mrs. Spada," said Daisy, trying to change the subject. "Nice to meet you. "

Daisy gave her a nod since she couldn't approach her and greet her properly. The woman forced a smile after she nodded back.

"Well Daisy, I would love to stay here and talk to you," she said, "but I have a plane to catch."

"I see, so you have a business trip, too," said Daisy.

Why are the members of this family so distant?

Only having the thought that her throne depended on them made her sad.

"Of course," she said as if it was obvious. "I mean, I'm the wife of the CEO of the company, I have to be with him."

Daisy nodded as if she understood her.

"Is my Angelo home?" the woman asked, standing up. "I can't leave without saying bye to him."

"He's in his room," replied Livio.

The woman smiled.

"Then, tell the others to get my things ready," she said, walking away. "I can't be late for my flight."

"Yes, Ma'am," said Livio, following her.

Daisy watched them leave the room in a hurry, trying to digest what happened. 

So that lady was Mrs. Spada. She reminded her of Lady Violet. It must be because both of them looked so innocent and beautiful. She only hoped she wouldn't be like Violet in personality.

"Is someone going to win a meal delivered by our special guest?" teased someone behind her.

Daisy raised her brows and turned around. She almost hit the chest of the tall tower in a football uniform. Looking up, her eyes met brown eyes gazing back at her. The young man she mistook for Manuele's friend looked messy today, especially his dark brown hair.

"Oh, Fourth Son, umm," said Daisy, trying to remember his name.

"Marcello." He chuckled. "So are you delivering food or something? "

"Ah, this?" she said, noticing that she was still holding the tray. "I was looking for the kitchen to drop them but couldn't find it. So, I came back to leave it here and I ended up meeting Mrs. Spada."

"I see." He tilted his head a little. "So, you met Laura."

"Don't you mean mom?" she teased.

Even though she was a stepmother to them, she had been married to Pietro for ten years. So, she guessed the relationship between them must be strong.

"She's not my mother," he replied with disgust in his tone.

Daisy's brows arched. Out of all the Spada siblings she had met, Daisy found Marcello the most friendly and open. Even though they had seen each other for less than twenty-four hours, he didn't seem like a person who had hatred towards others. She wondered what the problem was between him and Laura.

"Oh," she said, looking away with no idea what to say.

He grabbed the tray she from her hands.

"I'll take this for you," he said kindly, back to his friendly mood.

"Umm, thanks," she said. "I'll be going then."

"Wait," he said before she could take the first step. "Do you have any plans for today?"

Daisy touched her chin. Her plans for today were to lock herself in her room and find an ultimate plan to help these folks. Before that, she would contact the Royal Council and protest their cheating. She was sure they chose this family on purpose to prevent a half-blood like her from becoming queen.

But that wasn't something she could tell him.

"I'm still new here," she said slowly, "and I don't know anyone properly yet, so I don't."

"That's great." Marcello smiled.

Daisy gazed at him, blinking repeatedly.

"Then we can spend the day together, today."