Why I Hosted Parties

Oh yes, the Parties. All the elites of New York and their mother would show up to my parties. There was plenty of booze and spirit to go around. Entertainment was practically at every corner of the party; dancers and singers would perform in front of hundreds of people and would liven up the party.  Butlers and bouncers would patrol around the mansion, making sure everyone was having a good time and that no problems emerged from the party animals. Famous people would show up to every single party, including the mayor! The parties were really well executed, I wanted everything to go perfectly, for the only thing that mattered in my life: Daisy. I all ever wanted was for Daisy to show up one night to my "magnificent" parties. There was really no other reason for it, I don't care for the guests or the party or the fun, all I ever wanted was to bring Daisy closer to me. That is the reason why I came up with these parties in the first place. But she never showed up to one before I met Nick. It was like the whole city showed up at my mansion, everyone except Daisy. The day she was able to make it to one of my parties, she didn't like it, and fled from my reach once again. If Daisy didn't like the parties, what was it all for?

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