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GLENDA'S POV

I paled in surprise as I stepped into my room. A bouquet of purple roses sat elaborately atop the vanity table in my room.

I immediately called out to Nora to inquire from her who had entered my room.

“Where did those come from?” I asked Nora. I stood by the door and pointed to the flowers. It was almost as if I was scared to step into the room.

Flowers, beautiful ones at that, in my room, was a rare thing. It never happened or at least the flowers were never for me.

The one time I found flowers in my room while in college, they had been sent over for my roomie by her boyfriend.

It was such a sweet gesture that got me somewhat jealous of her. A fairytale romance, I tagged it.

A fairytale indeed, because there was no way I could imagine anyone ever doing something like that for me.

Nora stood by the door along with me. My fears, a contagious infection, prevented her from stepping into the room. She stood by my side and peeked into the room, fearing what was pressing en