"Oh, my God." Rosie rushed ahead of Cedric, feeling glad she was wearing flat shoes. "Oh, my God, this place is surreal, Cedric."
And it was. They were in a flower farm that was surrounded by acres of forest, pasture and crop lands. The almost one-hour drive had been worth it when she saw the magnificence of the place. Fascinating rows of flowers in wide ranges of colors and hues and of different varieties lined up the nearly 8-hectare flower nursery. She'd never been to such beautiful place and the sheer magnificence overwhelmed her completely.
"Slow down," Cedric called. "You've just recovered."
"I'm fine." She stopped to look at a huge glass house a few meters to her left. It was filled with the most beautiful roses. "Oh, that place is gorgeous." She pointed at it. "Can we go in there?"
"Aren't you hungry?" Cedric asked with an annoyed sigh. He was holding the picnic basket Calypso had packed.
"Can we eat in there?"
"It's locked. "
