I'm Not Daria
Red stain

Something is wrong. Devan hasn't done anything to me. It seemed like he had forgotten what had thrown him into the pool that afternoon.

It's been three days since the incident that she's busied herself with her work and we've barely met lately. Although it was nice not to see her ugly face, it still made me worry. What if he's planning something big?

I hate being careless. I used to know that he was going to do something but now he is silent. He didn't look at me anymore, let alone glare at me. He didn't make a cynical comment or do anything demeaning.

I don't like this at all. If he gives up, he definitely doesn't want to see my every move. I always looked over my shoulder, afraid that he would appear out of nowhere and scare me. It's annoying to be on guard at all times.

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Mr and Mrs Daralyn should shorten their journey. Their anniversary was two days ago and we all wish happy birthday through zooming. They'll be back the next day because there's something to be done and it needs Mr. David's attention, while Devan is busy with other things. Madame Daralyn doesn't mind because she has her own affairs to take care of.

"Where is my beloved daughter?" Mrs. Daralyn asked as she returned home with her husband. "That's it." He said as he looked at me sitting on the living room couch with Anna, watching TV.

He hugged me and I returned his embrace. The members of the De'Daralyn family are great hugs. And their hugs were too tight to make me pant a little.

"What have you been doing lately?" He asked, sitting on the sofa beside me while Mr. David gave me a hug that was not as firm as his wife before caressing my cheek and leaving in a hurry as he had a meeting in an hour.

"Not much,"

"Hmm. oh, I want to tell you both that there are a lot of events this month. And we're all going to attend. It's important to attend these events, Daria and Anna I want you to attend at least half of these events. Does that not matter to you?" She asked.

Anna and I looked at each other. "Will there be journalists and media?" Anna asked.

"of course. This is a public event and the media will only be present outside. They won't be allowed inside" he replied. "Darling, you don't mind going out into the open, do you?"

I looked at him and gave a hesitant smile. "Eh. I'm not really ready."

He nodded in understanding. "Don't worry. As already said before, the reporters would only be present outside the venue. Only certain photographers and news reporters will be allowed to cover the event through their news channels. I'll make sure that the spotlight won't be on you."

"Oh, okay."

He gave me a big smile before standing up. "So, I heard Samantha asking you to show her work."

"Yes, right. His works are very good. He's very talented." Honestly answered.

"I knew. But we can only see his work at the exhibition later. If it's not wrong about two or three more weeks. I can't wait to see the hard work of my beloved daughter. This was his dream for a long time. I'm glad he got what he deserved".

I smiled brightly at him.

"We're all going to Paris a few days before the show. Your father has asked eumm no, rather ordered Devan to fly with us to Paris. The poor boy worked hard to death. A trip to Paris with us will definitely make it better."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Okay, mommy's gone first. Continue your activities. I have to check my clothes. You know, making sure no one manages to make a disaster. Then I have to have lunch with Gina sevana. We are planning a fashion collaboration and need to discuss details with her. Maybe we'll get Sam involved in this, too. Then I had to meet Brian and decide if I was going to be a brand ambassador for their sportswear collection. But it looks like Samantha is better suited for that. I'll tell him that." He said while standing.

"If you need anything, just ask Amara or call your mom or dad and we'll definitely arrange it for you."

"All right, see you".

....

A few days had passed and the atmosphere was starting to calm down. Maybe Devan finally decided to grow up and stop his childish pranks

Every afternoon I was busy in the kitchen with Mario who had become my best friend. He introduced me to his other friends who worked as cooks and helpers.

They were all kind and friendly, I had fun with them, chatted and laughed and shared stories. It made me realize that I have more friends here than I did in college. Anna and Ms. Angel was really my only friend there.

Mrs. Daralyn was so shocked, even shocked when I told her about my activities in the kitchen every day.

He could not believe. Despite that, she became used to it after a few days and praised my cooking. Even Mr. David also showed the same expression as his wife when telling the story.

Anna warned me not to do much against Daria. She knew I was starting to get out of her character.behaving acted more like myself and if we wanted to not get caught, I had to pretend to be Daria, which was easier said than done.

It was almost bedtime and after three grueling hours in the kitchen, preparing dinner for everyone with Mario, I went to my room to get ready for bed.

I had seen the devan at the dinner table and he, unexpectedly praised my cooking while giving the Cheshire cat a grin that seemed completely insincere. I stared at him for an entire minute, startled before coming to my senses and told myself not to be swayed by his hysterical demeanor. People like him never change.

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After I checked the water in the bath to see if the water was warm enough, I turned off the tap.

"Yes?"

"Trs. David called you."

"I? What's for?" my many.

I never spoke to Mr. David alone. I'm a little nervous. What if he asks about things he doesn't know?

"He didn't tell me why"

"Okay, I'll be there soon. Where's she?"

"In his office."

"okay."

Amara went and pulled the shower curtain before coming out of my room.

"Where's the office?" I muttered in my heart. I can't ask because they probably wish I knew where his office was.

It took me ten minutes to find his office. I checked each room to find out if it was his office and finally after ten minutes I found it in one of the rooms.

He was sitting at his desk, working in front of his laptop. Some of the files were neatly arranged beside him and there were many books neatly arranged on the shelf that was on one of the walls. There is a comfortable sofa at one end of the room and a mini bar that seems to be filled with the best alcohol in the world. There is also a treadmill next to the sofa.

Mr. David didn't realize when I came in. I was nervous like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Gathering a little courage, I hesitantly spoke. "Um, dad?"

He looked up to look at me and fixed his glasses. "Yes, what's wrong?" She's staring at me

"Eh, you called me?"

He frowned. "No, no. Is there something you need, Princess?" a confused feeling rose up in my heart upon hearing the affectionate call she used for me. Not many people call me their daughter. I don't even remember if my own father called me that. I'm pretty sure he called me that a few times.

"Daria, hey? Are you all right?" He asked and made me aware from my daydream, realizing that I had been staring at him unblinkingly

"Yes, I'm fine. So you didn't call me?"

"No, I didn't call you."

"Okay, I'll go then".

He's nodding. Before he could close the door, he called me. "honey"?

"What?"

"Good night, my daughter. Come here." Come here."

I walked up to him and he hugged me, gave me kisses on the cheeks and forehead and smiled at him while rubbing my hair.

"Good night" he said trembling.

I left his office with a big smile on my face. He almost felt like a father to me tonight.

I went upstairs to my room,

I was still smiling considering the moment of father and son that we had just experienced

I took out a new set of pajamas and walked into the bathroom, I was surprised to see the door open, I clearly remember closing it. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe it was Amara who came to check things out here

I hung my pajamas on the hanger and walked towards the bathtub, but I paused for a moment and just stared. The bathtub curtain covered the bathtub but there were suspicious red stains splattered on the curtains.

I frowned. What stain is that?

I walked across the clean ceramic bathroom floor towards the bathtub, but I could see more red through the translucent curtains.

I pulled the curtain to reveal a terrible sight. A bathtub filled with blood-red water. The red color was splattered on the curtains and there was a writing on the wall in red.

I know what you did last summer, Daria.....

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