Chapter seventeen

"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 want 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 feelings that always flush 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 be happy. So yes, I might have