OVER THE TOP DECLARATION OF LOVE

After the conversation, Daisy got up from the table, feeling a bit tired from the day's adventures. She yawned and stretched, then turned to her mother and said, "Goodnight, Momma. I love you. Don't worry too much, I'll be careful, I promise." She gave her mother a reassuring smile and a peck on the cheek.

Magather smiled back, her expression a mix of exasperation and affection. "Goodnight, sweetie. I love you too. Try to be good, okay? And don't think you're too clever for your own good."

With that, Daisy headed to her favorite reading spot, a cozy corner of the living room with a soft cushion and a warm lamp. She picked up the cliché romance book she had been reading for days and continued from where she had left off, getting lost in the dramatic love story and forgetting all about her mischievous adventures.

she settled into her favorite reading spot, a cozy corner of the living room with a soft cushion and a warm lamp. She opened the cliché romance book she had been reading for days and began to read, getting lost in the dramatic love story.

As she read, she encountered the over-the-top declarations of love. "He decked out his heart for her, like a grand display of vulnerability. His eyes locked onto hers, piercing and intense, as if daring her to look away. But she couldn't, wouldn't, for in that moment, she was lost in the depths of his soul. His chiseled jawline and strong features seemed to soften, ever so slightly, as he revealed his innermost thoughts."

"I've been searching for you my whole life," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're the missing piece to my puzzle, the missing beat in my heart."

"He reached into his chest and pulled out a small, delicate heart-shaped locket. It glimmered in the dim light, like a promise of forever."

She thought that it was his real heart, but it was a fake heart, one he had crafted with precision and care, a symbol of his devotion, but not the real thing. Little did she know, the real heart was still locked away, guarded by the walls he had built around it, walls that only she could breach.

She felt like she had been punched in the gut, like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. "Oh, the cruelty!" she whispered, her voice trembling with despair. "He gave me a fake heart, a symbol of his lies and deception!"

Tears sprang to her eyes, streaming down her face like rivers of sorrow. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of heartbreak, like her own heart was shattering into a million pieces.

She slammed her fist on the table, making the candles flicker in protest. "Why would he do this to me?" she demanded, her voice rising in anger. "What kind of monster gives a fake heart to the one they love?"

With a heavy sigh, she slumped back in her chair, feeling like she had been betrayed, like her own heart had been broken. She couldn't bear to look at him, couldn't bear to see the lies in his eyes. All she could do was weep, weep for the love they had shared, weep for the heart that had been shattered into a million pieces.

Daisy blinked fiercely at the book, trying to hold back her laughter. "What the hell, is she a twelve-year-old? How could she possibly believe that he would really give her his heart?" She rolled her eyes, chuckling despite herself. "Does she not know that men don't just go around giving away their hearts like candy? And what's with the fake heart, anyway? Is she seriously expecting him to rip out his real heart and hand it over to her?"

Daisy snorted in disgust, shaking her head at the absurdity of it all. "And what's with the over-the-top dramatics? 'Oh, the cruelty!' 'He gave me a fake heart, a symbol of his lies and deception!' Give me a break. It's just a stupid locket, not a real heart."

Daisy's eyes scanned the page, her disbelief growing with each sentence. "This is ridiculous. No one talks like this. No one acts like this. Love is not some grand, sweeping gesture, but a real, messy, complicated thing. And this...this is just childish."

Daisy slammed the book shut, her patience exhausted. "Love is childish. Instead of becoming a love-brain, I'd rather not love."

She tossed the book aside, her disgust and frustration propelling her out of the cozy reading nook and into the bedroom. She flopped onto the bed, landing with a soft thud, and let out a dramatic sigh. She was so done with that ridiculous book.

As she lay there, she felt like she was a thousand miles away from the offending novel, her mind a haze of disbelief and annoyance. She was a ship, sailing through treacherous waters, leaving the cheesy romance and over-the-top drama in her wake.

But, as the minutes ticked by, Daisy's resolve began to weaken. Her curiosity, like a persistent little voice, started to nibble at her brain. What happened next? Did the heroine finally wise up and dump the fake-heart-giving cad?

With a groan, Daisy realized she was crawling back to the book, her movements slow and torturous, like a snail making its way through molasses. She left a trail of reluctance behind her, her body language screaming "I don't wanna go back to that sappy book!"

But her eyes, those traitors, kept drifting towards the abandoned novel, until finally, she was crawling back to the reading nook, her hands grasping for the book..