Rowena’s Pov

The flower, although it had no name on it, shattered my peace and I couldn’t think of anything else.

Throughout that day, I was filled with immense irritation. It got to a point that I couldn’t bear it anymore and asked the workers one after the other if they knew who delivered the flowers.

Of course, like I expected, none of them had any answer.

I carried on with my day, the fear of being watched now implanted in my head. For the flowers to have ended up in my room ...