She couldn't stop smiling.

The heat of her cheek couldn't go away.

She never thought that someone would talk to her.

A guy even.

The whole town knew about her being raped by him.

She thought he would call her a whore like he did but he didn't. He called her beautiful.

He even got her flowers.

White roses not red like she thought.

Her smile grew.

"Beautiful flowers for the beautiful girl," he told her, showing his own pearly whites.

Josh.

Opal.

'Nice ring' she thought, staring down at the roses.