Chapter 11

“Aww!” Rakia dropped the flower scissors she held when a thorn pricked one of her fingers. Adeline, who was not far from her daughter, immediately turned and approached.

“What is it?” asked Adeline with a worried face. Rakia looked down at her bloody finger.

“That rose stabbed me,” Rakia reported. Adeline immediately took a handkerchief from the pocket of the gardening apron she was wearing. Then she pressed the cloth on Rakia’s wound.

“Come in, let Mama finish everything later,” Adeline ordered.

“But, Ma, I want to help.” Rakia begged. Adeline shook her head as she pressed her lips together.

“That’s enough, you just come in. You can take over the kitchen work instead of taking care of the plants.”

Raki snorted. He is more skilled in the kitchen than in the flower garden. She nodded resignedly. Just as she was about to enter the house, the housekeeper, Mrs Liam, stood in the doorway connecting the back garden with the living room.

“Ma’am, Mr. Montezza forgot this.” The woman is agains