Days Of Wine And Roses の小説・ストーリー

"That's the funny thing about your situation, Rosa... I'm not giving you a choice. It's either you marry him or find somewhere else to live." I had nowhere to go. No one to turn to. "The Weldons won't know which daughter was given because Isolde is your twin," Vincent explained. "This is a life-changing opportunity, Rosa. Take it. Prepare yourself, because in three days you'll be becoming Mrs. Cassian Weldon." In three days, my life changed. In three days, I was married at 19 years old. In three days, my nightmare began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That was nine months ago.

The petals were flushed with deep crimson, some were flushed with snowy white, their velvety folds heavy with dew. I favored these Bloodwine roses and snowflake roses, as Mira normally called them and I had bred them well to bloom despite the cold. Just... Like me. 'The sky seems to be whispering words to us. It's unfortunate we just can't understand... Something doesn't feel right' Diane stirred and I giggled. 'Its just the weather Diane'

This time Theo downed the wine directly with it. "Want some?" Rose shook her head. Rejecting Theo's offer outright. Just a glass of cold water that was almost empty after Rose took a sip at a time—almost without pause. "I want you to sleep, Theo," Rose said. She didn't know what else to say as Theo continued to gulp the wine into him without stopping. "Enough, Theo—" Rose was frozen by being roughly smothered. Theo poured wine from his mouth into hers, flowing from lip to lip despite Rose's lack of readiness to accept the bitter burning liquid, until the few drops she couldn't hold seeped out.

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

This was the same guy who had tried to send her home with money because he had been concerned of her being too drunk to perform. “Please pour me a glass,” Rose quietly said and Wayne complied. “Thank you.” She picked up her glass, took a little whiff and moaned. The wine smelled exquisite; it was a bomb of fragrance in her nose. Spicy notes of blackcurrant, blackberry, vanilla and plums assaulted her nose and she took another whiff. Rose needed no persuasion to take a sip of the tempting liquid. “Hmmm,” she moaned again in appreciation of the flavor which hit her tongue.

She took a deep breath. ‘He asked me to take some sips again before he took the glass away from my hand, he smiled at me and asked ‘I love the smell of the wine on your lips!’. He walked to a table at the corner of the room and put the glasses on the table. He approached me again and stared at me as I was standing in front of him. I said to him that my head was dizzy, and asked him whether that wine caused my dizziness?’ He only smiled and said ‘You’ll be fine, Rose’. I was relieved to hear that.’ Rose Duville threw her eyes to the brook that was streaming near where she was standing.

She left the room quietly so she wouldn't wake the kids, she headed downstairs as she got to the sitting area and sat on a chair tiredly. "I wonder what's keeping him this long," she murmured to herself and stood up to go get water from the fridge. While she was moving towards the fridge, Rose sighted Roman's stacked bar and she decide to just have a glass of alcoholic wine maybe she'll feel better. "Just one glass!" She convince herself and sat down, she poured herself a cup and she gulped it immediately. When she noticed everything was still clear to her, and she hasn't forgotten anything, she poured herself another glass of wine.

Xiaoqing laughed and explained happily, "Rose is the former the Kinson family young lady. She used to live in the Kinson family. She just came back and held a party for her a few days ago. I asked you not to come." Wililam explained politely, "I'm sorry. I'm a little busy recently. I came to see you after I finished my work." "It doesn't matter. I know you are busy and don't mean to be angry with you. Come on, let's have dinner." After dinner, Rose Kinson drank two more glasses of wine. She couldn't help but take a few more glances at Wililam, but she didn't even spare a glance at him. While tasting the wine, Yanjia's eyes wandered around the slightly red face of Rose Kinson and indistinctly