Five Hundred Roses

Marcella

Cassian? I asked myself.

Had he brought me roses? ???

Swallowing hard, I stood, inhaling the heady fragrance.

Where was he, the man I loved?

I dashed out of the room, clutching my bathrobe. There were more roses placed in baskets in the corridor, and I felt my heart swell. The lights coming from the kitchen made me race over. But the only people there were Mildred who was cuddling Baby Bl