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I woke up when something familiar tickled my nose. It was a smell that reminded me of something old and vintage, yet remained classy throughout the years.
I got up and did my usual stretched of hands before I yawned and groaned. Still a bit sleepy, I glanced to my side to find the twins gone.
My eyes squinted, for I saw something like what I saw in my dreams and illusions. I rubbed my eyes and blinked several times. Maybe it was the dirt or morning glory –– but no.
It’s still there.
Thousands and thousands of white rose petals formed like soft clouds, scattering all over my bedroom.
W-what is this?
My sight caught a glistening red card with intricate letters written on it in silver ink.
[ Someone I love is born today.
Let me be the first to greet you a joyous birthday.
To start your day, I’ve prepared a bath for you.
Now that made my whole day!
I hopped towards the bathroom, and true enough, inside was filled with scattered white roses, and the bathtub was full of steamy warm water. The whole room was overflowing with the soothing smell of lemon and honey mix with roses –– and I love it.
Without much thought, I undressed and scrubbed and wash myself clean before I jumped into the tub. After the refreshing bath, I put on my robe and went to my walk-in closet only to skid to a stop when a beautiful chic dress stumbled my view.
I grabbed the sticky note on the dress, and my face stretched into a wide smile as I read it.
[ A beautiful dress for a beautiful lady. ]
I shook my head and bit back a smile.
Where on earth did he get the time to do all of this?
I mean, we were together throughout yesterday.
My fingers brushed the dress, being careful not to damage the fabric.
“It’s so beautiful.”
Like I have all the time in the world, I slid inside the dress, and it was amazing how it fitted so perfectly. I was mesmerized when I checked myself in my full-length mirror. The dress really brought out the best in me from the elaborate but straightforward cut down to the embroidery and color. Like it was made just for me.
I sauntered in the dresser, and a black velvet box caught my full attention. It was just there on the table, waiting to be opened.
My breath hitched when a hair clip decorated with beautiful jewels arranged in flowers glistened before my eyes.
[ My love,
I wanted to do your hair for you
– but that would spoil the surprise. ]
I couldn’t stop smiling as I arranged my hair in an updo braid and slid the hair clip. Then I puffed a light makeup to finish the whole look.
When I gazed in the mirror, I couldn’t believe the girl was me.
She was so beautiful than I ever know possible.
The hairclip, together with the hairstyle, matched perfectly well with the dress.
More than satisfied, I went out of my room, feeling excited of what Cain’s about to do next.
That man always never fails to surprise me.
There were no longer notes, but it wasn’t hard to follow the clues when patches of white petals were on the ground, forming a pathway for everyone to see.
I tailed it, not minding that our house seemed to be empty. Not a soul was seen, and not a sound was heard. I got curious when the petals stretched all the way across the road to our ranch.
I shrugged my shoulders and followed it.
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