*Cat*

I stared glumly at the bouquet of red and white roses sitting innocently in the vase before me. As much as I liked roses, there was something off about them. I groaned, brushing through my hair before I grabbed the scissors, trimming just a few more white roses to put inside the vase.

Emilia watched me curiously, her own pink rose in her hand, which she once again pushed through the baby gate, giving a whine to indicate she wanted it back. Of course, I ...