Rose stood with her back pressed against the closed doors and her hands over her mouth. The bouquet fell to the floor, one of the flowers coming loose. It didn't make a single sound as it dropped to the floor, just as Rose did her best to keep her screams in.
She couldn't believe the sight in front of her, and she just stood unmoving by the door as her eyes scanned the room. Who could have done this? But as soon as she mentally asked the question, Rose already knew the answer.
She pulled her hand away from her lips when she was confident that she wouldn't scream. Rose took a shaky step forward, kicking the bouquet out of the way, but she was too dazed to pay attention to it. She staggered forward, one step at a time.
She stopped and bent to pick up a piece that was just at the edge of the bed. She could easily recognize the wine garment anywhere. Rose moved around the room gathering several pieces; she lost count by the tenth one.
