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ook one step for every two she took. Resentment made a lump in her throat. This walk symbolized her future. All she could do was trudge on, knowing that no matter how fast she walked, she would n

parasite that Daisy flinched. Swift's expression changed as she noticed her reaction. He started to say something else, but Daisy cut him off abruptly. "It's none of your business how I live my life or who pays for it. I don't care what your opinions are, and you have no right to impose them on me." "I do, since my future is tied to yours." "It's not!" "Hypothetically." Oh, how she hated people who complicated things when they argued. "Our marriage will never be anything more than hypothetical," she informed him. "My father has given me until the end of May to find someone else to marry, and I will find her!" Swift looked at her with great interest. "I can guess what kind of man you're looking for. Blond, aristocratic, sensitive, cheerful, and with plenty of leisure for chivalrous behavior-" "Yes," Daisy interrupted, wondering how he had managed to make that description sound so silly. "That's what I imagined." The smugness in Swift's voice irritated her greatly. "Your standards are too high. That explains why a girl with your looks has managed to go three seasons without finding a fiancé. You want nothing less than the perfect man, which is why your father is pressuring you." Daisy was momentarily distracted by the words "a girl with your looks," as if she were a beauty. Deciding that the comment had been meant with deep sarcasm, she felt her anger rise. "I don't want to marry the perfect man," she said quietly. Unlike her older sister, who swore with spectacular fluency, Daisy found it difficult to speak when she was angry. "I'm well aware that there's no such thing." "Then why haven't you found someone yet? Even your sister has found a husband." "What do you mean, 'even my sister'?" "Marry Lillian and you'll make a million." The insulting phrase had caused much amusement in Manhattanville's upper crust. "Why do you think no one in New York has proposed to her despite her enormous dowry? Your sister is every man's worst nightmare." That was too much. "My sister is a treasure, and Westcliff recognized that. He could have married any woman, but he chose Lillian. I defy him to repeat his opinion of her to the earl." Daisy turned and walked away furiously, walking as fast as her little legs would carry her. Swift caught up easily, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "The end of May..." she mused, not at all out of breath despite their pace. "Less than two months fr