Julia’s POV
“Are those Dahlias?!” I frowned and sneezed. My eyes teared up when I noticed Isabella placed the bouquet right next to the bed.
“Yeah, they brighten up the room.” She clapped excitedly. “I also come bearing good news, our hotel made it to the top five and they want to interview you before posting the winner.”
I pinched my nostrils, my breath was shallow and I found it hard to breathe. Growing up, I never really liked flowers and Dahlias were the worst to me. They sucked up all the air in the room, making me fight for my life. Roses were the only flowers that sat well with me.
Some years back, Monica and I were going around doing trick or treat during Halloween, and in a matter of minutes, the night turned from fun to having my life flashing before me when we stepped int
