PROLOGUE

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I wonder why men adore me. I don't think that I'm perfect or flawless. I'm normal. Really, I mean it. Everyone is excited when they see me walk on the street. That stare makes me uncomfortable. I speed up my pace and entered my stall. I'm not a queen. I'm not even a princess. I'm just a flower girl that sells flower on my own stall. That's me. Nothing's special about it.

I have no parents. I lived alone since I can remember things. I started to sell flowers since I was young. I think of them as my own best friends of the day. They're here with me, until we part from the selling. They won't disturb me with any proposal, at least. It's dark. I lay myself on the bed, prepare myself to sleep. When I feel comfortable, I start to remember about the thing that happened this morning.

I denied three marriage proposals today.

They are the men that used to come to my stall during night. I can see their determination, but I just can't. I left them soon. I'd rather go sell my flowers than listening to their nonsense. I went straight to my home and see my flower stall that's right in front of my house. Then I noticed that something lay on the stone floor.

As I look at the sky, it rains.

A rose just fall...

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