176 Hundreds of Lovers

Her words, however, only made him laugh. She then felt him disappear next to her. With another swoosh, the Duke was back, standing next to her again. This time, a white rose was in his hand. She looked at him before she accepted the rose silently.

"You — used to— you don't like the smell of flowers." That wasn't a question, so she chose not to correct him. She doesn't particularly hate flowers. She just thought that something about flowers was unsettling. Maybe it was the smell or the way that they were taken away from their stem.

"People will think that something is between us." She said.

"Since when did you start thinking about what others think?"