'Alright. Enough thinking about Renaissance. I should probably get going to the bathroom and have my bath and get dressed, Regina must be waiting for me. She's always so excited about cooking, how obsessed can she be with cooking?' Flower mused inwardly.
Moving her face away from the portrait. Sluggishly, and haggardly she got up from the bed, and stood on her two feets. Stealing a short glance at the mysterious black bicycle in one corner of her room, she smiled at the sight of it. Who could've thought that the bicycle which was once brutally impaired by Anthony could turn out to be this new once again? Quite unbelievable!
Flower jumped up slightly in excitement, clapping the tips of her hands together trivially and tersely, now she can get to ride the bicycle anytime she wants to from now on. Indeed it was worth a celebration and it was worth being happy about.