10 PM

Felicia stood by the wine cellar, her fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on the mahogany table.

When the doors finally opened and the maids escorted Daisy inside.

"Where were you, Daisy?" Felicia asked.

"Outside," Daisy said, her voice thick with exhaustion as she headed for the stairs. "I saw an old friend."

"You have no friends, Daisy! Only Nero! Tell me who he is!"

"Stop shouting, Mother," Daisy snapped, stopping on the steps. "This whole 'concerned mother' act of yours is pathetic. I'm