"Janet, it's started again," Sasha said into her phone.
"What has?" Janet's voice came from the other side. Sasha could sense the confusion in her voice and she heaved a deep sigh.
"The flowers. It's started again."
"What? The ninety-nine white roses? The mystery flowers?"
"Yes. Everything you just mentioned is a yes." Sasha paused. "I received one last night and it's as beautiful as ever." She caressed the petal of a white rose. "What I wouldn't give to know the sender, it's like he knows when my mood is down and always wants to make me smile with his flowers and to be honest, it always does. Whenever I see the flowers I can't explain these warm feelings that always engulf me and when I read the notes, it contains the most beautiful words."
"Em... Sasha, are you sure you're not in lo
