The scent of the roses was so intoxicating. I even chose the one with the lightest fragrance, so the air was filled with a subtle, pleasant scent—nothing too overpowering or smoky.
Alaric took her hand and led her toward the bedroom.
"Open the door and take a look."
Emerald placed her hand on the door handle, and together, they opened it. Inside, aside from the custom-made large bed, which now had a festive quilt cover, the walls were all painted in soft pink. There weren't too many roses, but their unmistakable scent lingered in the air.
It wasn't as strong as perfume, nor as dull as aromatherapy; it was a unique fragrance that felt special. Emerald walked over to the freshly painted wall and inhaled deeply. That's when she realized the source of the scent!
The wall plaster had been infused with special rose extract.
Alaric hugged her from behind, his voice low.
