Rose was in the gardens, chilling, a few days after she and Roman patched things up, when there was a bit of a commotion at the entrance.
Like the curious little cookie she was, she found herself going there, as if her feet had a mind of their own.
To her surprise, there was a woman, clad elegantly, and no doubt expensively, looking at everyone down her nose, as if they were beneath her… and she was the cause of the ruckus.
“You have no business being here,” the usually jokester of the guys, Enzo, wasn’t mincing his words.
The woman in turn didn’t sound pleased when she answered, “Well, I am not here for you, am I?”
“What’s the issue?” Rose couldn’t help but ask, finding Enzo’s words a bit harsh, and his behavior more or less appalling.
The woman wasn’t exactly doing anything
