All that time, Dahlia hadn’t even looked at the visitor who had entered. Her thoughts were far away, tangled in the memory of her beloved Adrian. She could almost feel him close, as though their reunion was only moments away.
It was Bella who came out of her room after hearing the greeting at the door. She returned the courtesy, but she noticed neither Dahlia nor the visitor responded again.
Seated, Bella saw Dahlia fiddling absentmindedly with her perfume bottle... the same one she never let go of, not even when she slept. Bella shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “So you answered the greeting, and then went completely silent? Oh, Dahlia, you’ll always be such a dreamer. I don’t even know how you’ll manage in this world.” With a sigh, she adjusted the wrap on her waist an
