Rose was soaring. Ever since Andrew has asked her to marry him, she had lived with butterflies in her stomach and the sadness and loneliness she had felt for so long had made was for a happiness she had forgotten she could feel. She made her way to the bakery, with basket in hand and a radiant smile on her face, humming happily. She stepped in and.... her stomach dropped. Rose felt as if she was suddenly falling, and there was nowhere to hold on to. No. No. No. She was going to be sick. She gasped.