She could not wallow in self-pity or self-destruction.
She had to become stronger, even better; only then she could be more deserving of Mr. White.
Flora Tiarks led everyone to the back garden.
As soon as she stepped in.
She smelled a faint refreshing fragrance.
It was very pleasant.
Fiona Knight curiously asked, "What type of flower is this? It smells so good?"
Diana Hershey said, "Is it jasmine?"
Rachel Barton added, "It doesn't smell like it, but it feels familiar, I think I've smelled it somewhere."
Just then, Viola Thompson softly spoke, "It's black walnut. However, this type of tree usually grows in the south. It should be challenging for it to survive in Capital City's climate."
Flora Tiarks turned around laughing, giving a thumbs up to Viola, "You are really something, Vio. It is indeed black walnut! My cousin is fond of the scent of this tree. His only expenditure is on this tree and he gets a professional team to maintain it every year."
