CHAPTER 80: THE GARDENER

ROSALINE’S POV:

The night was cold. Very cold.

The air blew through my exposed skin, sending shivers through my body. Guards patrolled the courtyard, and all of them paused to greet me when we crossed paths.

I wanted to look at them politely, but every time we crossed paths, I prayed that they would be the last.

I needed to be alone. I needed fresh air.

I had no idea where I was going, but my feet kept moving. I find myself at the fountain I nearly drowned in all those weeks ago. Ah, what a time that was.

I thought Kiara and Jennifer were my greatest problems at that time, but how wrong I was. Now neither of them is alive, and I am still far from having my peace of mind.

I sat by the edge of the fountain and stared at my reflection in the water. I have to hand it to myself; if I were any other person, I would never come near the place where I nearly lost my life.

But somehow, I found solace here. Something about the way the water trickled down the statue and the calmness of the pool