If Daisy V1 is the dreamer, Daisy V2 is the arrival. Her eyes are open, her gaze direct — not confrontational, but assured. With summer freckles scattered across her face like soft rebellion, she looks out with the quiet pride of a woman who has returned to herself.
Gabrielle paints her in light, but her strength is not delicate. There’s something defiant in her gentleness, as if she’s dared to remain open-hearted through storms. She is what happens when innocence matures into wisdom — without losing its soul.