Daisy, you have something in common with Elena Gilbert: she happens to feel too much, as well.

At the very least, that seems to be the general consensus. There should be a club with matching jackets for it, but that can come later. For now, she's opening the door just as Daisy is leaving the delicious-looking vanilla cupcake. Elena is not against vanilla cupcakes—cupcakes and muffins may be the only thing she can actually bake well—but she also is certain she's never seen Daisy before.

A small frown creases her forehead. "I think you have the wrong room."