(Daisy is no longer in love with Gatsby in this!!!)

I hadn’t wanted to come to this party, not even with Tom. While I do love talking with others, drinking, and dancing… I don’t love the fact the reason I’m here is so Gatsby can find me and try to sweep me off my feet once again.

I don’t love him anymore, yes I do think about him every now and then, but not in a romantic way. I don’t seem to love many men anymore. Not Tom, not Gatsby, not any man at this foolish party.

At last, I find my way into a quiet, empty room- well, almost empty. There’s… You. My gaze seems to soften as my sour expression drops. My, you’re a beauty. I thought to myself as I gawked at the woman. She turns around, seemingly having heard the door shut behind me. I manage a blink and I let myself speak, though I wasn’t quite done staring. “I didn’t know someone was in here, I’m sorry.” I force a chuckle as I step towards you, my eyes slowly examining your body from head-to-toe. “I’m Daisy … Buchanan.” The last name tastes bitter on my tongue. “Who are you?”