They rolled down the windows, exchanging awkward glances. They tried to explain but couldn’t come up with a convincing excuse.
“It’s fine. I’ll drive my own car.”
Hearing this, they both sighed in relief, though they still seemed puzzled by my unusual behavior.
“Amelia...”
I rolled up my window, unwilling to hear their empty excuses. But as I drove, the scenery outside stirred up countless memories.
The three of us had grown up together as childhood friends.
For as long as I could remember, both families had been eager to see me marry into theirs.
But fate had other plans.
After my parents passed away in a tragic accident, the once-vibrant Nicolas family was reduced to just me and my grandmother, depending on each other for survival.
An elderly woman and a young girl, surrounded by wolves in sheep's clothing, struggled to keep their crumbling family afloat.
Because of this, I pushed myself to the limit, studying day and night to take on the family responsibilities as soon as possible.
Sandy, on the other hand, came from a poor background and was often ostracized at school.
When I learned she was also an orphan, I felt sympathy for her and took the initiative to befriend her.
I supported her financially, paid for her education, and encouraged her to face life’s hardships alongside me.
But she saw my kindness as condescension. She envied everything I had and used every means at her disposal to win over my two childhood friends.
Together, they ruined my entire life.
Lost in thought, I didn’t realize we had arrived at our destination.
The earlier events had clearly unsettled my two childhood friends. Both rushed to open the car door for me and even offered to carry my bag.
“Amelia, look! This is the park we used to visit as kids. Kristoff and I bought it. From now on, it’ll be our private secret base.”
Kristoff nodded, chiming in. “I’ve already arranged for your favorite yellow roses to be planted here. By this time next year, there’ll be a breathtaking sea of roses.”
“Then, the four of us can come here, take drives, and watch the stars together.”
Their faces were full of excitement and hope for the future, but I stood there in silence, staring at the familiar land.
This place really had been our secret hideout as kids, holding countless happy memories.
But I had never liked yellow roses.
In fact, I was allergic to all flower pollen.