Book 2: Chapter 17

“Janet, it has started again,” Sasha said into her phone.

“What has?” Janet’s voice was heard from the other side.

Sasha could sense the confusion in her voice, and she heaved a deep sigh. “The flowers. It has started again.”

“What? The ninety-nine white roses? The mysterious flowers?”

“Yes. Everything you just mentioned is a yes,” Sasha paused. “I received one last night, and it’s as beautiful as always.” She caressed the petal of a white rose. “What I wouldn’t give to know the sender. It’s as if 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 this warm feeling that always flushes in me, and when I read the notes, it holds the most beautiful words.”

“Em… Sasha, are you sure you are not in love with the sender?” Janet asked worriedly.

Sasha chuckled softly. “I don’t know, but whenever I think about his flowers, I can’t help but smile and