The Playing Card
Ten days had passed since the tragic events that had occurred that night at the mansion, but Meli couldn"t escape the vivid images that tormented her. She saw them repeated in her sleep and each time she woke up drenched in sweat, with tears in her eyes. No matter what she did, all her choices led her to the same conclusion. All she had managed to do was harness her rage by throwing herself into work so she wouldn"t have to think.
That day was different and would mark the beginning of a new era. Meli set the cup of tea down on the, ornately diamond-encrusted, small table. She looked around to admire the colors of the flowers and took a deep breath of oxygen. She was in a huge, regal greenhouse that was no match for the world"s most famous, natural parks.
A girl approach
