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She was already used to him walking around without being heard, but she didn't expect him to sound so aggressive. She immediately dropped the plate down on the sink and walked past him.

Andre didn't show any sign of remorse about what he said, as a matter of fact, he didn't care about how he sounded.

As Rose went out of the kitchen, she went out of the building, she needed some air, she tried so hard not to think about what happened.

She walked her way towards the garden as the cold breeze comforted her, it wasn't as close as she thought.

When she got to the garden, she stared at the flowers that were growing beautifully there. There were flowers that she had not seen before but amongst of all the different varieties of flowers, the first flowers she recognized was the Rose flower.

Dante walked into the garden with a watering can and began water the plants, he glanced at her several times, surprised by how much she admired the plant, there were up to seven pots of Roses there.

He came close to the rose flowers and watered them.

"You like roses?" He asked.

"Yes, I love them" She extended the "love".

"I see, will you like to have one of this?" He said as he pointed to a pot of Rose.

"Yes, yes of course I would love to" She responded with a wide smile on her face.

"Have you ever nurtured a Rose?" Asked Dante.

"Yes I have, I used to have Roses when I was younger" Rose responded.

Dante raised a pot of Roses and handed it over to Rose. She was so excited.

"Thank you so much, I really do appreciate" Rose said.

As she carefully cradled the pot of roses in her arms, she stepped out of the garden into the sunlight. The petals were a vibrant shade of red, and their fragrance filled the air as she walked. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the flowers and the warm sun on her skin. She felt a sense of peace and happiness, as she held one of her mom's favorite thing in the world. With a smile on her face, she continued on her way.

She carried the pot of flowers with great care, her steps gentle and measured, as if she were carrying something fragile and precious. When she reached her room, she turned towards the balcony, where the light of the afternoon sun was streaming through the open doors. With a soft smile, she placed the pot on the balcony, making sure it was in a spot where it could receive plenty of sunlight and fresh air. As she stood there, admiring the delicate petals and the vibrant colors of the flowers.

As she stood admiring the flowers on the balcony, a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning.

"Mia!" she thought to herself.

She knew that her friend would be upset that she hadn't called in so long, and she felt a pang of guilt. She walked into the room and picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed Mia's number. She waited anxiously for the call to connect, her heart beating fast in her chest. Finally, she heard the ringing of the phone, and then Mia's voice, sounding slightly irritated.

"Mia, please before you say anything, I am sorry, I'm sorry that I haven't responded to your text, I'm sorry that I haven't replied to the multiple voicemails you sent" Rose said.

"I thought we were friends?" Mia asked.

"Mia, we are friends" Rose said as she tried to convince Mia.

"But friends don't ghost on each other, friends tell each other about everything, you know what? I am hanging up right now. There's no way I am  having this conversation with you over the phone. If this friendship means something to you, I want you to meet me in the next one hour at our usual spot" Mia said.

"One hour!, Mia, Mia" Rose said as Mia hung up on her.

Frustrated, Rose threw her phone onto the bed. Mia had refused to listen to her, cutting off the call before she could even explain herself.

"This is hopeless," she thought to herself.

How could she get to their usual spot in one hour? It was at least a 1hour drive, and she didn't have a car. She started pacing around the room, her thoughts racing. Then, an idea struck her.

"I can order a ride, yes, that's the only way out, it's better to be late than never" She thought to herself.

In a rush, Rose headed to her wardrobe and flung open the door, eager to change her clothes. But as she started looking through her options, she realized that it would be a waste of time. She looked in the mirror and saw herself, clad in a black joggers and a pink hoodie.

"I don't have time for this," she said to herself.

"I'm fine just the way I am." She said.

With that, she closed the wardrobe door with a loud bang, her mind already moving on to the next step.

"Yeah I will just wait for my ride" she said nervously as she walked back and forth in the room.

Mia had always been by Rose's side, ever since the tragic loss of her mother. She knew that she could always count on Mia, no matter what. She was like a sister to her, a constant source of strength and support. There was no one else in the world who understood her like Mia did. Losing her would be like losing a part of herself.

A few minutes later, Rose's phone rang. It was the ride she had called for, letting her know that it was waiting for her outside the Hilton mansion. She quickly gathered her things, throwing her phone into her handbag. As she made her way to the door, she spotted Dante, the butler, standing in the hallway.

"Are you heading out?" Asked Dante.

"Yes I am, do you have an idea of where Mr Hilton is?" She asked politely.

"He stepped out about an hour ago" Said Dante.

"Oh okay, just incase he asks, please tell him that I stepped out for an important meeting" Rose said.