Are you willing to take the risk in the name of love?
Love is like a gambling game. You have to take the risk even you don't know what the consequences will be if you lose. Even if you can't afford to lose...
Are you going to enter in the game?
Me...
Isabella was sketching different designs of clothing. Mostly are dresses. Designing and sketching became her life and it also became her outlet of pain. All her anger, pain, and hurt she felt can be subsided when she draws. Last night’s events were so overwhelming. Chase suddenly came back he came back in a very wrong timing. He came back when her love is nothing to him, when she already moved on. She felt like heaven and hell are both against her and she poured all the pain in her sketches.
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She can’t forget Simon’s behaviour of how he accused her as a cheater! Al those sad memories when she heard moans in the middle of the night, when first thing in the morning is when she saw a woman with hickeys all over, when Elladiah's with Simon, when she insults Isabella, and all of the bad words he utter to her.
She looked at the vanity mirror and saw her sclera bloodshot, her eyes were swollen and her eyebags were visible.
Just a little bit perseverance and Simon will love you back. He will learn to love you Isa I know he will.
A sudden knock interrupted her thoughts.
“Ma’am?” the maid called out. She opened the door.
“Ma'am there's a florist on the gate and he is trying to locate you.”
“Really?”
“Yes Madame. His waiting for you outside.”
“Okay. Just a minute.” She said and closed her door. She sneaked in the window and spotted a florist with a big bouquet of yellow roses waiting and surrounded with guards.
She instantly ran downstairs and went to the gate.
“Hi. I'm Isabella Campbell.” Isabella informed the florist.
“Ma’am there is a flowers delivered for you.” “Yeah I noticed.” She replied as she received the roses.
“Is it from Simon?” she asked as she felt her cheeks burned up. She is blushing while she smelled the roses and the divine scent of it lingered in her nostrils.
“No Ma'am its from Mr. Richardson.”
It was Chase. Her memories bought back together last night. But she’s not angry about him. She can’t blame Chase. But it was Simon whom she was really hurt.
“Ma'am you need to sign it here and here.” The florist told her as she signed the paper with the pen provided.
“Thank you so much Ma'am.”
And with that she hurriedly ran towards the mansion and hugged the big bouquet of yellow roses and smelled it again.
“Linda, can you get me a vase please.” She ordered one of the maids.
“Immediately Madame.”
She looked at the stem and noticed a note attached on it.
Hope you like it. A yellow rose for its beautiful symbol and for a beautiful lady whom I missed my chanced with.
