Publisher's Synopsis
It has been two years since that day, the day of my wedding, and I guess life has been pretty good. If being completely abandoned by the husband, while on the way to honeymoon, is considered good, then I am it. I stare at the tulips on my table, and a jewelry box holding a platinum necklace, with elegant earrings. A note with 'happy anniversary' etched in an elegant handwriting which I would recognise even with my eyes closed. "Alice! Please throw these tulips away.", The fact that my husband is oblivious to the one allergy I have in this world. Or may be he knows, but sends it only to despise me.
