Anna's confessional diary (1)

Clutching the potted flowers that Alexander had given her and the book that the old gardener had given her, Anna ran quickly from the rose garden back to the convent. As she ran, she thought that if the nun saw the flower in her hand she would have to ask where it came from.

As she passed the door to Sister Mary's room, Anna changed from holding her breath to walking with tiptoe, nervousness running through her body. Anna breathed a sigh of relief.

Anna returned to her small room and tried to find a suitable place for this beautiful flower in her simple, small room. Anna looked around her small room, which was about six or seven square metres in size: a small bedside table, a small metal bed, which seemed to be the size of a park bench, and a wooden washbasin. There was an icon in the most prominent corner of the room, so where should I put the flowers?

Anna had placed the flowers on the bedside table, and it seemed that this was the best place to put them. No, if Sister Mary saw the flowers, she would have to ask again. But it's hard not to put such a delicate flower in such a small room, can't we put it under the bed? Anna asked herself as she looked around the room once more.

The white curtains were blowing in the breeze outside, as if beckoning Anna. Yes, I hadn't thought of that! Anna said to herself as she walked to the window with the flowers in her hands. She lifted the curtain and placed the flowers on the window sill outside the curtain. Anna stood at the entrance to the room and looked at the place where she had put the flowers, but the white curtains were not too thick, but they did help to conceal them, or at least they were more hidden than on the bedside table. Anna smiled with satisfaction as she looked at the flowers she had just arranged.

Looking at the white curtains and the blue and purple forget-me-nots on the window sill, Anna couldn't help but come back to the window sill. Anna had never paid much attention to this window since she had moved into this room, and wondered what kind of view it had. Anna couldn't wait to lift the curtain to get a closer look.

What Anna didn't expect was the beauty of the landscape outside the window, for the view from the window was of a large rose garden. The pink roses were dotted around the deep and shallow greenery, creating an elegant and breezy scene. At the moment, Alexandre has finished his meal and is concentrating on cutting the roses again. The sun was shining on his body, and the shadow of his work was as hard for Anna to take her eyes off as it was for him.

Anna looked at his back and thought of Alexander's face and the conversation she had just had with him in the garden, and she couldn't help but look at the slender man with tender eyes ...

The breeze from time to time brought the faint scent of roses and the distinctive fragrance of forget-me-nots to Anna's nostrils, and she was lost in the gentle, seductive scent of flowers.

Anna knew it was Sister Mary, "Anna, it's been a long time since I sent you to serve dinner, but I haven't seen you, are you in your room? ..."