The ball-gown was brilliantly lush, red velvet with the roses across the neckline. She had always liked that shade; it was mature color, pure and clean.
A gift from Sabena Ravna, her parents had asked her to throw it away. Rosa had refused.
She wandered through the wonderful house, through the hall where the little bird still chirped on the cage, to the upstairs where the bodies were laying on the floor. She saw Sabena and Tania in their white ceremony robes.
She bared the knife and cut her wrist, letting fresh blood to drop on Sabena´s body.
Blood as red as her dress.