She nodded in understanding, a good amount of time away then. Perhaps closer to the month she could talk him into making some. If she remembered.

Was she a rose? She supposed she was at least in the terms of being a student there, and while she had perfected her lady mask, Alex had never truly felt like one. For example, asking the kitchen chef questions she shouldn’t be and standing near him alone to talk. Perfect example of how she went against everything she had learnt. Yet this is who she preferred to be. Even if it meant staring at a man she hardly knew as he ate flower petals.

“A Rose is taught social graces, proper etiquette and some academics like languages. She is taught what is socially acceptable behaviour such as listening while others are speaking and contributing intelligently, yet modestly. Basically we are taught how to be a good wife for a man who is highly involved with society” and she very much did not end it with a huffed laugh as she looked back at the flowers.

Alexandra really shouldn’t have said anything. She should have turn around and headed inside the moment he came across her.

Yet, Alex didn’t want to go.