The day that was supposed to be the happiest day of my life was the one I feared the most. Although, at first I was gay as ever, you'd have never known I'd been in love with another any day in my life. I had though, and my dearest love, a Mister Jay Gatsby, had written me letter, so sweet and full of his love. It was terrible I tell you, I felt broken, like I had betrayed him, and in a way, I had. I'd taken his love, and while he was away gone off to marry another man.

Alive with fury I tore off the stupid necklace and threw it in the waste basket nearest to my bed. Then, rummaging through the dressers I looked for something to keep me sane. And finally I found it, a beautiful bottle with the name Sauterne. That night was the first time I had a taste of liquor, I think I handled myself quite well.

Later on though, I was like a drunken moo cow. I was sobbing heavily into my beddings with Gatsby's letter in one hand and the Sauterne in the other. Jordan Baker came in and found me like that.

"'Gratulate me," I muttered. "Never had a drink before, but oh how I do enjoy it."

"What's the matter Daisy?'

Miss. Baker looked awfully frightened, like she was seeing a ghost or goblin.

"Here deares'." I was groping around the trash bin then pulled out Tom's pearl necklace. "Take 'em down-stairs and give 'em back to whoever they belong to. Tell 'em all Daisy's change' her mine. Say: 'Daisy's change' her mine!"

I started sobbing all over again, like a baby away from its mother too long, and that's when Jordan ran from the room, most likely to get reinforcements.

Some time later Jordan came back with my mother's maid in tow. Together they managed to lock me up in the bathroom and forced me into a cool bath. While in there I still had Gatsby's letter balled up into my fist. Once I realized that it had started to dissolve into nothingness I let Jordan take it away from me.

I said nothing to either of them, I could only think of the mistake I was making. They gave me spirits of ammonia and put an icepack on my forehead. Half an hour later I was back in my dress, pearls around my neck, and ready to go.

The next day at five o'clock I made the mistake I had been dreading, I married Tom Buchanan, and all I could think about was Gatsby. I hope he can forgive me.

-The Great Gatsby

-The Night Before Daisy's Wedding