There were three men in the kitchen with their white and cream-colored uniforms. They halted to greet August and immediately, their curious gazes were stuck on me. August glanced back at me and the bouquet around my arms.
"You can leave your flowers somewhere else and take it again later," he instructed coldly.
His voice wasn't demanding but I truly panicked at the instruction. There was no place I could put down the flowers, too. I found a small trashcan with a trash bag on the corner. Without thinking, I put the first bouquet down. When I discovered two could fit, I followed the other one. It was when I caught three pairs of eyes watching me that I realized I was actually throwing the flowers away.
My lips parted. But I had nothing to say. August also already turned his back and con
