Grace was busy, making a bouquet for a friend. She was due to marry in a few days and Grace wanted to make her feel as special as she felt during her big day. She hoped that her friend's husband were a real man... Lost in thought, Grace never heard the door creaking open.
She was amazingly beautiful. Her sleek and delicate figure clad in a fine white dress... A magnificent raven hair contrasting with a pale skin... However, her face was the most perfect thing Grace had ever seen... Her eyes were the most captivating, two little embers shining in full yellow glory. In her expressions, the woman came out as coldly calm, but those eyes, they showed pain, anguish, suffering.
The dame didn´t mind Grace. She began looking at the flowers until she found a Crown of Thorns. The plant grew in a distinctive form, all the flowers where trapped in a mass of thorny vines. "Something so beautiful hidden beneath the ugly surface" Said the woman. She then proceeded to pick a few flowers, ignoring the thorns... She got a small bundle of pretty fuchsia flowers... At the cost of hideous gashes in her hands. Grace tried to help her, but noted that the woman endured the pain in silence while Grace would scream at just seeing a thorn.
Just as she was about to get the first aid kit, the lady drew close and raised her hand against Grace's cheek. She could feel warmth, comforting warmth... The woman's eyes weren't sad anymore. She understood Grace. Maybe Grace wasn't bruised on the outside, but she was hurt in the inside. And the woman understood that... And she spoke.
"Working so hard and never receiving a reward. I know how that feels, I know the pain... You make others happy because you can't make yourself be happy, but it doesn't have to be that way..."
The woman wiped Grace's tears. She opened a wound that was not supposed to be there. She set a fire that wasn't supposed to burn...
"You need to show him. Show him that you are as capable as Ariadna. He just waits for that moment..."
Grace's pain churned in her stomach... she felt huge flames devouring her from within. She realized she has been holding them for a long time and that it was time to set them free. The woman smiled and encouraged her to go.
Grace never saw her charred bouquet, nor that her dress was stained with ashes.
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