As soon as we opened the door, the fragrant smell of flowers whiffed past our noses. The smell was just the starter, while the decoration of the room was the real feast to each and every sense in ways more than one.
A majority of the room was taken by a large bed, big enough to accommodate quite a few people to sleep on it covered. And the bed was decorated with petals of roses. Not only the bed but the whole room was covered in petals of many flowers.
A few lamps were placed at the corners to illuminate the room with a warm and gentle light. The decoration was exotic but not flashy. A perfect romantic setting for couples.
Everyone except Ef Aime, the artist, was flabbergasted by the sight. The lieutenant blinked many times dumbfoundedly and even pinched himself only to hiss in pain.
"Ouch! It hurts. I am not hallucinating. It's all real!"
He then turned in my direction and unexpectedly kneeled and bowed.
