She was Married

Staring at Daisy's clenched fists, Jacqueline was a little worried. "Daisy, are you okay?" Outside, the cosmetician urged, "Young Mistress, are you ready? The time is really tight." Jacqueline frowned and shouted, "Don't rush! She's not ready yet. Even the organizers don't dare to say anything! Just wait!" Daisy was not a posturing person. She smiled gratefully at Jacqueline and said, "I'm fine. Don't affect the show. It's not easy for them!" With that said, she walked out. When she passed Jacqueline, she reached out and held her hand. "Give me a hand. I... I'm a little weak." Jacqueline felt that both her hands were cold. "Daisy, are you really OK? Don't make it hard for yourself!" Daisy shook her head. "It's okay. It's Sean who made me like this, not the show or the designers. If I flinch at the moment, they'll be in trouble." "..." Jacqueline was slightly stunned. Was this girl really only 18 years old? She deserved to be the prime minister's daughter. Ordinary people couldn't be so