Marisol’s P.O.V
The overwhelming fragrance of white roses and jasmine wafted through my nostrils, assaulting them and leaving me with multiple sneezes.
After what happened with Atticus, I had slept off in that room and magically found myself on my bed but this time, something was different. The roses that Conrad had given to me as a gift weren’t there anymore.
Instead, they were replaced with these beautiful flowers with a powerful scent.
Too many flowers occupied almost the whole space. The flower vase was on the two-fronted cabinets, the A-shaped shelf that was attached to the wall, the balcony, and almost everywhere.
It was too overwhelming.
Who could have done this? Where were the roses that Conrad had given me?
Pain sliced through my head like a honed knife, a groan slipping fr
