She picked a flower, pinching its petals and plucking them off one by one as the melancholy in her heart gradually deepened.
She sat in the flower garden for more than ten minutes. It was a midsummer night; though the sun's scorching daytime heat had passed, a stuffy warmth still lingered. The buzzing of mosquitoes filled her ears, and her legs were covered with terribly itchy bites.
Sophie Sullivan scratched for a while until anger suddenly surged within her. Why should *I* be out here feeding mosquitoes while that damn couple gets to be all lovey-dovey in the castle?
That's right! In Sophie Sullivan's mind, Thomas Shannon and Amelia Shaw were indeed a despicable couple. One, though rejected, still carried a torch; the other had rejected her backup admirer, only to shamelessly pursue him again. Each was more disgusting than the last.
Sophie Sullivan shot to her feet and stormed out of the flower garden, heading straight for the castle.
