This is just an introduction to Daisy's life at the moment, I plan to introduce Gatsby very soon! Hope you enjoy!

The fair-haired beauty sat in the dark moonlight twirling her long, lustrous locks in her fingers. Her smooth alabaster skin was radiant in the moonlight, her naturally rosy cheeks framing her face paired with her high cheek bones. Daisy Fay was a looker, everyone knew that. She did not need any rouge, no pin curls, her very being seemed to give off the essence of poise and perfection. Everyone loved Daisy Fay, but did anyone know Daisy Fay? That was the question she was asking herself on a relatively breezy May night, holed up in a secluded area of the family garden. Although there were people loitering about in the gardens, taking a break from the party to get some air, Daisy was in her special place, deep into the gardens. She knew she would not be disturbed here.

Her mother would be terribly angry with her later, why, she could be spending this time meeting promising men, back from the war for a few months. Daisy was eighteen now, and it would be appropriate for her to start finding a suitable life partner, her mother had told her ever since her debutante ball.

Daisy sighed from the hammock she was laying on, using her foot to kick off from the grass to swing her. The rhythm of the movements soothed her, she felt her eyes closing and was falling asleep. . .

I must get back now, Daisy thought to herself abruptly, pulling herself from the hammock and straightening her long tresses with her hand, and then doing the same to her dress. She weaved through the enormous and captivating gardens and made her way back into the house.

"Daisy, my dear, where were you? Your mother has been frantic. Oh, she is always worrying, don't have that fretful look on your face. . .Oh look, there's a friend of mine I want you to meet. Mr. Francis, I would like to introduce you to the daughter of the host, Miss Daisy Fay. . ."

And so the night went on and on. Smiles, polite conversation, and dances. Any outsider might have thought that Daisy was enjoying herself, and once in time, maybe a year ago, she would have been having a great time. Daisy felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper every day, just going through the motions of life.

Her life bored her, and left her aching for more in life. Was it so wrong to want more for yourself? She knew her place would be as a mother, at the side of a man, running a household with maids and servants, but this role didn't sound fulfilling to her. What credit does a mother get, anyways, for the work she does? Does a rich mother even deserve credit? Lord knows her own mother was never there as much as she had needed her to be. Mrs. Fay had always been too busy planning social events, and micromanaging her daughter's life even though had never been there emotionally to guide her through it all.

As the night came to a close, and Daisy Fay changed into her nightgown and put herself to sleep, she desperately hoped a change was soon to come. Something big to keep her mind off of all the thoughts she had been having lately.