“Get your fresh roses at the cheapest price you can afford. Beautiful fresh roses for your house decor…” This were often the words Dora heard each time she goes shopping with her mum during her early years. You might be wondering why this was suddenly brought up. Since the smell of roses is accustomed to the teenager’s nostrils being fascinated by the fragrance every single time, it was no surprise she came out of her unconscious state due to it. The room she was held hostage in was located beside a garden grown with majorly roses. The cool breeze was active that evening helping out in directing its nice fragrance into the room through the tiny window. Her head still hurt her, so was her vision not clear enough to observe the environment around her.
“You’re finally awake, thank goodness”
