Elara walked to the white rose field in the garden, barely nodding at Emma, Carla's cousin, who just scoffed and left.
Elara's face was solemn, not a hint of peace in her heart as she stood in a place where she never really belonged or could call home.
She remembered how she had planted all these roses painstakingly, but at the end of the day, all she got from the in-laws was mockery.
'We have enough money to pay gardeners. What are you trying to show by doing all this? Just because you are poor and haven't seen money in real life, you think no one has?' That was precisely what Sophia had said to her when she had looked at them in hope of getting a little praise.
These roses weren't standard. They were imported from Finland. The thorns had pierced her countless times, but the hope that her family would appreciate her efforts to make the home beautiful kept her going.
And yes, she regretted it.
