Every day for the next two weeks, Cynthia would always find a bouquet of purple hyacinth in front of her door when Chris comes back from work but she needed not to tell the maids at some point that they should dump it in the trash can.
She woke up for breakfast that morning and dressed in a black palazzo trouser and a yellow top to match, she packed her hair to the left shoulder with her lipstick bringing beauty to her luscious lips as she settled down on the table. This was the first time her face would be so radiant in weeks, she had always looked like a dead leaf and locked herself in the room all the time, the times she stepped out were for food and to receive some air in the garden, that was her daily routine
“You are going somewhere?” he asked as he settled on the table in his blue
