The fresh air that blew,played peacefully with her soft quiffs, the black dress with short sleeves, and some nice trimming on the end—she was like a rare white rose through the rest of the colorless flowers of the garden.
"That's so interesting. When did Joliet find the time to think of writing another book?" Erika said after she was done reviewing the contracts; she had come through some posts from her closest friend.
"Although we are not in touch that much, I will always support you, Juliet," Erika said. It was five in the morning, so early that no one thought of going to the garden at that time.
The captured sun rays and the charming view over her sights: "I should have to re plan for my life; I mean, I can't flow the current this way," Erika stated. She hated to pick the flowers; she thought they had feelings and could get hurt by our wrong touch, so she used to stare at them from afar.
