"I hope that you won't mind me handing you these roses?"
Inez lifted her head and stared at the roses that the man had brought for her. She didn't know where she had gone wrong; all she did was step out of the lodge and head down to the beach for a little walk. She had been struggling with the drafts for the competition and wanted to refresh her mind. All she thought was, 'Hey, if I head down to the beach, maybe I can forget all about this great power that I am hiding, for I am too shy,' but who would have thought that she would run into a man who turned out to be her admirer?
Or maybe she should put it correctly—the admirer of her beauty.
Inez looked at the man and then at the roses that he had offered her. Her eyes flickered with unease as she raised her head and said, "I am sorry, I don't think—"
